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Rh Out of sight of Earth's blue crown, Whither, in her central space, Spouts the Fount and Lure o' the chase. Fount unresting, Lure divine! There meet all: too late look most. Fire in water hued as wine, Springs amid a shadowy host; Circled: one close-headed mob, Breathless, scanning divers heaps Where a Heart begins to throb, Where it ceases, slow, with leaps And 'tis very strange, 'tis said, How you spy in each of them Semblance of that Dragon red, As the oak in bracken-stem. And 'tis said how each and each: Which commences, which subsides: First my Dragon! doth beseech Her who food for all provides.