Railings enclose a pebbly land
Where people stoop in ardent search
For something that they cannot find
Because they know not what they seek.
One man stands erect and shouts,
'Eureka' I have found the stone
Resembling what our acolytes
In scarlet nightmares may have seen.
They honour him with prizes fair,
Inscribe his name upon the ground:
'Here likes the great discoverer
Of something which is now a noun.'
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