
"Haunted am I, by visions dark: the victims of my trade
In sleep nor wakeness, night nor day, do they from mine eyes fade.
The scaly phantoms, silent, solemn, ever school about:
Sea Bass, tuna, cod and catfish, unforgiving trout.
Scales: they lie upon my hands: a weight too great to bear;
My guilt--my pain!--is multiplied in each black, lifeless stare.
I entreat thee, gentle sir, to drive these spectres from my sight.
That I might not in darkness drown, but once more live in light."
In sleep nor wakeness, night nor day, do they from mine eyes fade.
The scaly phantoms, silent, solemn, ever school about:
Sea Bass, tuna, cod and catfish, unforgiving trout.
Scales: they lie upon my hands: a weight too great to bear;
My guilt--my pain!--is multiplied in each black, lifeless stare.
I entreat thee, gentle sir, to drive these spectres from my sight.
That I might not in darkness drown, but once more live in light."
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