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Upon this water’s glimmer White sheets of shimmer Glow outward, as if inner Sea-castles,--thinner Than peeléd pearl,--through curlings And water whirlings, Let spray the light of lucid dome and spire, The smoldering silver of an inward fire.-- Perhaps her towers, enchanted, Are there; on mountains planted Of crystal:--hers! the soul of my desire!