Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease

Or Thou Might'st Better Listen To The Wind, Whose Language Is To Thee A Barren Noise, Though It Blows Legend-laden Through The Trees.

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.

It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

All My Clear-eyed Fish, Golden, Or Rainbow-sided, Or Purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, Or Finn'd With Silvery Gauze... My Charming Rod, My Potent River Spells.