Emlyn Dickinson's Herbarium
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If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me,
And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.

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