He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.
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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