WHEREVER by extended shore
The rough rocks sow the salty deep.
Wherever kelp and seaweed cling
And crab and starfish crawl and creep,
The blackfish find a lurking place,
Deep in the waters at their base.
Where sunken ledges pave the floor
Of ocean with granitic blocks,
Where the projecting reef throws out
Its bulwark of the craggy rocks,
The anglers for the blackfish stand
On summit of the sea-wash'd crag,
And with the slender fishing wand
The blackfish from their caverns drag.
Where'er a hapless bark hath met
Its fate along the dangerous shore,
And with its broken ribs and keel
Lies rotting on the ocean floor,
There where the clinging shell and weed
Gather, and barnacles abound,
The blackfish seeking out their feed
In numbers by the hook are found.
McLellan, Isaac. Poems of the Rod and Gun. New York: Henry Thorpe, 1886.
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