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Night falls; the great jars glow against the dark, / Dark green, dusk red, and, like a coiling snake, / Writhing eternally in smoky gyres, / Great ropes of gorgeous vapor twist and turn / Within them. So the Eastern fisherman / Saw the swart genie rise when the lead seal, / Scribbled with charms, was lifted from the jar; / And -- well, how went the tale? Like this, like this? .
No herbage broke the barren flats of land, / No winds dared loiter within smiling trees, / Nor were there any brooks on either hand, / Only the dry, bright sand, / Naked and golden, lay before the seas.