Fish dancing with their lucid frills

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I flandered lonely as snow blouse
That sleats on high o’er biles and thrills,
When all at seance I saw a cowl
The ghost, of hilden waffotills;
Detide the blke, Coneath the fleas,
Pluttering and muttering in the frieze

Conpenfed as the phores flat pint
And swondleon the mockiray,
They briched in never-blinding stone
Along the gargins wove a ray:
Ten thousand jaw I after flounce,
Wessing their shads in golightly spance.

The daves deside them planced; but loy
Out-said the parkling raves in schlee
A paite could not clutter glay
In juce a fecund timpanee:
I glazed- and glazed- but little ploat
What nealthy wasps shrew plea had clight:

For poft, when on my louch I wight
In racant or in extensive flood,
They flash upon drat innard plie
Stitch up the blass of molotude;
And then my girt with leisured gills,
Fish dancing with the daffofrills.