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Rh Though not, I say, a star of death and sin, It yet has poles, and only needs a spin To show its worldly nature and begin

To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm And run off in strange tangents with my arm As fish do with the line in first alarm.

Such as it is, it promises the prize Of the one world complete in any size That I am like to compass, fool or wise.