The bark in spray are showered.
No, no! ’t is there the Dolphin plays;
His scales, enriched with sunny rays,
Celestial tints unfold;
And as he darts, the waters blue
Are streaked with gleams of many a hue,
Green, orange, purple, gold!
And brighter still will shine your skin,
Poor fish, more dazzling play each fin,
On deck when dying cast;