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 Laugh large in the depth of their mirth But inshore here in the shallow, Embroiled with encumbrance of earth, Their skirts are turbid and yellow.

The grime of her greed is upon her, The sign of her deed is her soil; As the earth's is her own dishonour, And corruption the crown of her toil: She hath spoiled and devoured, and her honour Is this, to be shamed by her spoil.

But afar where pollution is none, Nor ensign of strife nor endeavour,