" Oh ! never fly conceals a hook 

 Fish say, in the Eternal Brook, 

 But more than mundane weeds are there, 

 And mud, celestially fair ; 

 Fat caterpillars drift around, 

 And Paradisal grubs are found ; 

 Unfading moths, immortal flics, 

 And the worm that never dies. 

 And in that Heaven of all their wish. 

 There shall be no more land, say fish." 



Rupert Brooke. 



