Each side of earth's golden mean
Of sun-rule, unrefused
Of the dancing isle to isle
On its coral, unbruised
Overhangs a crisp forelock
Of a spur, frozen blond;
Clouded philosophic round;
Or like-gelid ribboned.
North and south of that smiled down
Of nature's conga-line
Duress of weathers, make stiff
The fun-palm into pine.
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