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The legends claim, that into sea The old magician flung his book When life and lore he both forsook: The evil spell yet lurks, may be.-- But yon strange orb--can be the moon? These vapors: and the waters swoon. Clarel. Part 2, Canto 37: Of Traditions Happy #MelvilleMonday , dear friends!