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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
More strange, more fair, more beautiful designs I saw of leaves, of blooms, of ferns, of flowers, the choicest of the choice. And such wild flowers, the like I had never seen before, which from the tropics and temperate zones of earth had come. And others of color wondrous fair from the depths of the ocean were also there, To compare with the flowers of earth the richness of their marine birth All had been spun on the self same wheel, all to the earth their lives will yield, Except their beauty and perfume, which with their souls to him have gone.