The birds that once walked on the ground; Oh! come, and - in technical speech We'll walk this Devonian shore, Or on some Silurian beach We'll wander, my love, evermore. I will show thee the sinuous track By the slow-moving annelid made, Or the trilobite, that, farther back, In the old Potsdam sandstone was laid. Thou shalt see, in his Jurassic tomb, The plesiosaurus embalmed; In his oolitic prime and his bloom,- You wished I remember it well, And I loved you the more for that wish For a perfect cystedian shell And a whole holocephalic fish. And oh if Earth's strata contains In its lowest Silurian drift, Or palæozoic remains, The same, -'tis lover's free gift! your |