Note A — PETOOBOK

But Petoobok is fairest to behold On Autumn morn, when orient Sunlight breaks In radiant glory on its arm of gold, And gentle noosuk[A] into the ripples shakes, The placid surface of its crystal sea, And to the eye a vista doth unfold, A wondrous scene of heavenly alchemy, Like that told us by John in Holy Writ, Which fills the soul with perfect ecstasy, And which once seen, though time be preterit In after life in dreams you’ll ever see. [A] West wind.