With downward look and sadly-dreaming eye?
Playest thou beneath with Proteus’ flock,
Or with the far-bound sea-bird wouldst thou fly?
Old Self.
I list the splash, so clear and chill,
Of yon old fisher’s solitary oar;
I watch the waves, that rippling still,
Chase one another o’er the marble shore.”
‘He uses his fisher again, to give effect, in the poem on Tyre (CXXIX.):
‘“Now on that shore, a lonely quest,