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 | The harp and plow |  |
He tied a rag of super cloth
With shining web of silken moth
Around his hook, and thus equipped
His line within the flood he dipped.
But scarce his hook was out of sight
Before, it seemed, he felt a bite;
And drawing up again his line,
His luck proved better much than mine.
One thing was something strange to see:
As soon as e'er his fish were free
From out the water, they appeared
No more the finny things he reared;
But metamorphosed seemed the creatures
To human forms with human features.
With shining web of silken moth
Around his hook, and thus equipped
His line within the flood he dipped.
But scarce his hook was out of sight
Before, it seemed, he felt a bite;
And drawing up again his line,
His luck proved better much than mine.
One thing was something strange to see:
As soon as e'er his fish were free
From out the water, they appeared
No more the finny things he reared;
But metamorphosed seemed the creatures
To human forms with human features.
| The harp and plow | |