About the shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert in attendance be. From his saw-pit of mouth, from is charnel of maw They have nothing of harm to dread, But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank Or before his Gorgonian head; Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth In white triple tiers of glittering gates, And there find a haven when peril's abroad, An asylum in jaws of the Fates! They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey, Yet never partake of the treat -- Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull, Pale ravener of horrible meat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS THE COLLEGE GARDEN; IN 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EPISTLE TO DR. BLACKLOCK by ROBERT BURNS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 44 by BLISS CARMAN |