Quivering and thrilling with delight intense.
Long silvery cords she treasures in her sides,
By which, uncoil’d at times, she moors and rides;
From these, as hook-hairs on a fisher’s line,
See feathery fibrils hang in graceful twine,
Graceful as tendrils of the mantling vine
These swift as angler by the fishy lake
Projects his fly the keen-eyed trout to take,
She shoots with rapid jerk to seize her food,