rhubarb.)

O sea, so ceaselessly sloshing,

O emblem of peace and hope!—

But it’s utterly useless for washing,

And O! how I yearn for soap.

I seek, in my cavern’s enclosure,

To talk with the fishes, but they,

Maintaining the strictest composure,

Have simply nothing to say.

Proud heart, you are left unheeded