Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Will ye believeThe wonders of the ocean? how its shoalsSprang from the wave, like flashing light; .. took wing,And, twinkling with a silver glitterance,Flew through the air and sunshine? yet were theyTo sight less wondrous than the tribe who swam,Following like fowlers, with uplifted eye,Their falling quarry: .. language cannot paintTheir splendid tints! though in blue ocean seen,Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,In all its rich variety of shades,Suffus'd with glowing gold.Robert Southey
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