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The mouth imagine of the horn,

that in the point beginneth of the axis,

round about which the primal wheel revolves.

that star, on starry nights

the seaman singles from the sky

to steer his bark forever by

a reference point that is certainly real.

In the summer, and winter

turning their dreamy eyes to it

it shines, the sharp point of the spear,

while meditating death.

Polar,

in the summer and winter,

in peace and in blizzard.