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The Commonest Lot
The beam that drifts about the sea,
Nosed by the dog-fish, slimed by sea-snails, draws
Into itself through seams and flaws
The ocean imperceptibly.
Nosed by the dog-fish, slimed by sea-snails, draws
Into itself through seams and flaws
The ocean imperceptibly.
Quick currents sift it through and through;
With jelly creatures feeding on its sides;
The sea-flower round it glooms and slides
With languid motion, to and fro.
With jelly creatures feeding on its sides;
The sea-flower round it glooms and slides
With languid motion, to and fro.
The wave within weighs more and more
Down, till the burden over-balance it;
Down, till the flat-fish o'er it flit,
The sand-worm burrow to its core.
Down, till the burden over-balance it;
Down, till the flat-fish o'er it flit,
The sand-worm burrow to its core.
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