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Rh And clasping polyp, comes to shore again, Breathing a deep draught of the living air, Shaking the tangled weed from breast and brow, To find his deeds of deep discovery Discounted and disputed, travers'd, weigh'd, As false or true, by forward babbling boys Who guagegauge [sic] the dim recesses of the deep By ankle-deep exploring of the bay! Truth is a pearl that lies in the deep sea A snowy peak that towers overhead, Your 'Beauty's' but a mocking mirage!

Aye, But we who on the desert border dwell Prefer the mirage to the wilderness, The imag'd waters to the barren sands, We know that brackish springs for us must serve, We seek no draught of water from that lake,