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"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.