The Whale

Warm and buoyant, in his oily mail,

Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;

Wide waving fins round boating islands urge

His bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;

With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,

Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;

Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,

And spouts the watery columns into air;

The silvery arches catch the setting beams,

And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.

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