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And, furrowing into pearl that rosy bar,

Sail its own soul from fairy fringe to fringe,

Lured by the twinkling prey 'twas born to reach

In its own pool, by many an elfin beach

Of jewels, adventuring far

Through the last mirrored cloud and sunset-tinge

And past the rainbow-dripping cave where lies

The dark green pirate-crab at watch with beaded eyes,

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Or fringed Medusa floats like light in light,

Medusa, with the loveliest of all fays

Pent in its irised bubble of jellied sheen,

Trailing long ferns of moonlight, shot with green

And crimson rays and white,

Waving ethereal tendrils, ghostly sprays,

Daring the deep, dissolving in the sun,

The vanishing point of life, the light whence life begun.

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