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From Caliban's Notebook

They dreamed it. There Was no storm,

no shipwreck, nobody came. Prince Ferdinand
was a rock or a tree. M dreamed it.
She said to the Jree, "Bow gracefully,"
and ,t he tree bowed with Ariel in it.
As for vevenge-the old man's dream-
even in his drear;n he could not, change them,
not utterly; they,still plotted, still schemed-
as though in a play-until Ariel once again
was sent ito intervene.
I ' I

And they never got away,

for hefre we all are, M·and myself
and doddering P, still islanded,
still ailing, looking seaward
for company.