The strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another hemisphere:
A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation;
The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass:
And shrewdness, guessing out the hint, followeth on the trail;
But the hint must be given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is as blindness.
Behold the barren reef, which an earthquake hath just left dry;
It hath no beauty to boast of, no harvest of fair fruits:
But soon the lichen fixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own grave,
And softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface;