Imperfections in a blissful sea of
Waves- waves that never any man shall sea-
So far away from any lighthouse, and yet
Imperfect-
Full of the wet enunciations of their feral amusements-
In a school of whelps wet dreaming of
Mermaids
Hearing myths of coral reefs hoping upon for their
Bodies to dash:
And racehorses, and other harder stuff: while neither knowing
That they are almost all of the world;
And that they are in her dreams, and cousins to her tears;
And on, and on they rush.
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