CANTO I
1
Perplexed were great knowers
And came old veterans to wits end
Went they riding on rising tide
Soon but did in dark descend;
The present or past trend,
Were forgotten by thse old fighters.
2
Such was disaster in the deep
That who so went was swept away;
There did a monster creep,
And to no one, he’ld let it know
3
Whent who scouring deep in dark
Such real fighters came to it
Killed they him, cloven-foot
See their faces hwo they shine.
4
If you wish to enter the wea
Then dye your nets in deep colour;
Who would with that monster
Make friends in the dark of deep.
5
In skirt catch you little fish
So kill you how must monster?
Take you to the sea, strong
Some lines, hooks, and sinker!
O marshes are these mere,
The hoary ocean is yet ahead.
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