...here's no art to find
The minds construction in the face hovering,
The eye blinks for a moment
And see not what the hand does.
Mothersea roars and yawns as a lioness preparing for a prey
Making his troubles doubly redoubled strokes not go away
But he, a "sea lion" whose ship was his home
Still set with cap-in-hand, without spouse or seed, to leave alone.
Can sparrows worry eagles in the spacious sphere
Or Hare the Tiger, and try to scare?
Though ......
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