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3o8 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was
cast.— O trusted and trustworthy guard, if thou hadst life
like me, What pleasures would thy toils reward beneath the
deep green sea! O deep-sea Diver, who might then behold such sights
as thou ? The hoary-monster's palaces ! methinks what joy 'twere
now To go plumb plunging down amid the assembly of the
whales, And feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their
scourging tails! Then deep in tangle-woods to fight the fierce sea unicorn, And send him foiled and bellowing back, for all his
ivory horn; To leave the subtle sworder-fish of bony blade forlorn; And for the ghastly grinning shark to laugh his jaws
to scorn : — To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden shallowed miles, Till, snorting, like an under-sea volcano, off he rolls; Meanwhile to swing, a-buffeting the far astonished
shoals Of his back-browsing ocean-calves; or, haply in a cove, Shell-strewn, and consecrate of old to some Undine^
love, To find the long-haired mermaidens; or, hard-by icy
lands, To wrestle with the sea-serpent, upon cerulean sands. |
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