As in a pond that sleeps o’erhung by trees,
Two things at once in many a soul one sees :–
The sky, which points, the surface pure and calm,
With all its rays and clouds the heart to charm;
And then the depth, slime, hideous, dark, and dead,
Where foul black reptiles swarm, and vaguely tread.
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