<h3> <SPAN name="people"></SPAN> PEOPLE<br/> </h3>
<p>Like to islands in the seas,<br/>
Stand our personalities—<br/>
Islands where we always face<br/>
One another's watering place.<br/>
When we promenade our sands<br/>
We can hear each other's bands,<br/>
We can see on festal nights<br/>
Red and green and purple lights,<br/>
Gilt pavilions in a row,<br/>
Stucco houses built for show.<br/></p>
<p>But our eyes can never reach<br/>
Further than the foolish beach,<br/>
Never can they hope to win<br/>
To the fastnesses within:<br/>
Rocks unsealed that watch the sky<br/>
And the tormented clouds go by;—<br/>
Darkest forests full of gleams<br/>
Ever-passing;—pouring streams;—<br/>
Chasms where a Monster lowers;—<br/>
Sweet and unimagined flowers.<br/></p>
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