"Oh, where is the sea?" the fishes cried,
As they swam the crystal clearness through;
" We've heard from of old of the ocean's tide.
And we long to look on the waters blue.
The wise ones speak of the infinite sea;
Oh, who can tell us if such there be? "
The lark flew up in the morning bright,
And sung and balanced on sunny wings;
And this was its song: "I see the light,
I look o'er a world of beautiful things;
But flying and singing everywhere,
In vain I have searched to find the air."
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