Act 4 — WITH A COPY OF MY “POEMS”
Reading edition
My slender, wondering Nautilus, Sunk in the ooze—a thing how frail!— Because you choose to have it thus Through wavering waters luminous Rises once more, sets up the sail; It trembles to the sun, has fear Of life, that knew no fear of death: Ah! may kind Ariel, hovering near, Speed the toy onward with his breath!