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—Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile. Oh! seek thou not the Fountain-Isle!

Lull but the mighty serpent king* , 'Midst the grey rocks, his old domain; Ward but the cougar's deadly spring, —Thy step that lake's green shore may gain; And the bright Isle, when all is pass'd, Shall vainly meet thine eye at last!

Yes! there, with all its rainbow streams, Clear as within thine arrow's flight, The Isle of Founts, the Isle of dreams, Floats on the wave in golden light; And lovely will the shadows be Of groves whose fruit is not for thee!