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Is it because it looks up, unafraid, as it has since 
Omar Khayyam sang its praises, and many years be¬ 
fore ? 
Is it that they are so statuesque, so still, as if some 
unseen sculptor had chiselled them over night, and left 
them there? 
Or is it that we cannot plumb their depths, that, 
look as we may, we cannot fathom the design of them, 
the open wonder of the cup. 
Or, to quote a little: 
“Oh, why I love thee, Dr. Fell, 
That is what I cannot tell.” 
