"Within the shadow of the ship Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. Their beauty and "O happy living things! no tongue their happiness. «-.! . . . . . I heir beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, Hebiesseththem And I blessed them unaware: in his heart. n , . . , bure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. |