Wk spoke of distant landfallsSouth and North the moon,and of the peoples distant,and odd as Pantaloon.

The spices of the Ganges,the immemorial trees,the lotus, and the comelystill folk upon their knees :

The Lapps—those dirty creatures—broad faces smeared with blubber,who stew themselves, and fry their fishwith shrill incessant jabber.