ghizela rowe - to a fish - james henry leigh hunt lyrics
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you strange, astonished+looking, angle+faced
dreary+mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea
gulping salt water everlastingly
cold+blooded, though with red your blood be graced
and mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste;
and you, all shapes beside, that fishy be—
some round, some flat, some long, all devilry
legless, unmoving, infamously chaste:
o scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights
what is’t ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles?
how do ye vary your vile days and nights?
how pass your sundays? are ye still but joggles
in ceaseless wash? still naught but gapes and bites
and drinks and stares, diversified with boggles?
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