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ATLANTIS.
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There weedy shoals their urgent barks detain,
And rushes o'er the ruffled surface stir—
That seem of fearful matters always to confer."
And rushes o'er the ruffled surface stir—
That seem of fearful matters always to confer."
IV.
So they—the careful scribes of ancient lore:
Thereat no visionist waves the doubting head;
For while rare dreams their precious chrisms outpour,
Our souls perceive the light of cycles fled,—
Breathe alien airs and traffic with the dead;
Drink of deep founts that erst in coolness welled;
Aye! with thine awful rulers, reverent tread
Across thy very meads, thou isle of Eld!
Thy name we have not scorned, nor faith therein withheld.
So they—the careful scribes of ancient lore:
Thereat no visionist waves the doubting head;
For while rare dreams their precious chrisms outpour,
Our souls perceive the light of cycles fled,—
Breathe alien airs and traffic with the dead;
Drink of deep founts that erst in coolness welled;
Aye! with thine awful rulers, reverent tread
Across thy very meads, thou isle of Eld!
Thy name we have not scorned, nor faith therein withheld.
