Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,

They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.

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Their beauty and "O happy living things! no tongue

their happiness.

Their beauty might declare:

A spring of love gushed from my heart,

He blesseth them And I blessed them unaware: in his heart.

Sure my kind saint took pity on me,

And I blessed them unaware.