<h2><SPAN name="chap29"></SPAN>THE MIRAGE</h2>
<p class="poem">
Across the Bay are low-lying cliffs,<br/>
Where stand fishermen’s cottages:<br/>
I can barely distinguish them with the naked eye.<br/>
But to-day the cliffs are lifted, escarpt,<br/>
Perpendicular, mysterious, inaccessible,<br/>
And those sordid dwellings have become<br/>
The magnificent fortified castles of Sea-kings.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
NATHAN HASKELL DOLE</p>
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