The praise of beauty, is beauteous ever! + 

Rhadamanthus is homed in the Isles of the Blest, + 

For the fruit of his soul was uncankered of guile: + 

No pleasure he hath in the treacherous wile + 

Of the whisperer working by calumnies vile. + 

The secret speakings of slander never + 

Can be openly fought and for ever repressed. + 

There is nothing of man in them⁠—nay, ’tis the slinking + 

Spirit of foxes they show; and yet + 

From his cunning what gain doth the sly fox reap? + 

As for me⁠—while the rest of the net-tackle deep + 

In the briny darkness doth toilsomely sweep + 

The sea-floor⁠—I, like the float unsinking + 

Am riding the waves high over the net. + 