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“Behold yon land, made island of the sea by Time, whose trembling flame in vapour swelleth, see Petroil-fountain, and the prodigy of od’orous juice the weeping tree distilleth; sweeter than scent-tears shed in Araby by Cin’yras’ daughter, where for aye she dwelleth; and see, how holding all that others hold, soft silk she hoardeth and the nugget-gold.