“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 fies, 
And the worm that never dies. 
And in that Heaven of all their wish, 
There shall be no more land, say fish.” 
RUPERT BROOKE, 
