The sad ‘whip-poor-will,’ and the ‘willy-come-go.’”
Here a seal shuffled up, and, just waving his fin,
Requested permission a word to put in.
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“Though the beauties of plain and of forest you know,
Yet who can describe all the wonders below?
On a soft bed of sponge in the deep sea I lie,
And watch the huge shark and the grampus glide by;
Or amidst groves of coral I play at bo-peep,
Or I float where the porpoise and flying-fish leap.
I have seen the thin nautilus trimming her sail,