{"id":"01KG8AK22CQ1KGEK7G3MCQ3MSH","cid":"bafkreiepdnarhcohqshezxbpx3qlm7nfcamfmcxvhbhtvuqfel4qxz7hi4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":3820,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:50.352Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4","start_line":3673,"text":"POEMS FROM MARDI\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nWE FISH\r\n\r\n\r\nWe fish, we fish, we merrily swim,\r\nWe care not for friend nor for foe.\r\n        Our fins are stout,\r\n        Our tails are out,\r\nAs through the seas we go.\r\n\r\nFish, Fish, we are fish with red gills;\r\n    Naught disturbs us, our blood is at zero:\r\nWe are buoyant because of our bags,\r\n    Being many, each fish is a hero.\r\nWe care not what is it, this life\r\n    That we follow, this phantom unknown;\r\nTo swim, it’s exceedingly pleasant,—\r\n    So swim away, making a foam.\r\nThis strange looking thing by our side,\r\n    Not for safety, around it we flee:—\r\nIts shadow’s so shady, that’s all,—\r\n    We only swim under its lee.\r\nAnd as for the eels there above,\r\n    And as for the fowls of the air,\r\nWe care not for them nor their ways,\r\n    As we cheerily glide afar!\r\n\r\nWe fish, we fish, we merrily swim,\r\nWe care not for friend nor for foe:\r\n        Our fins are stout,\r\n        Our tails are out,\r\nAs through the seas we go.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nINVOCATION\r\n\r\n\r\nHa, ha, gods and kings; fill high, one and all;\r\nDrink, drink! shout and drink! mad respond to the call!\r\nFill fast, and fill full; ’gainst the goblet ne’er sin;\r\nQuaff there, at high tide, to the uttermost rim:—\r\n        Flood-tide, and soul-tide to the brim!\r\n\r\nWho with wine in him fears? who thinks of his cares?\r\nWho sighs to be wise, when wine in him flares?\r\nWater sinks down below, in currents full slow;\r\nBut wine mounts on high with its genial glow:—\r\n        Welling up, till the brain overflow!\r\n\r\nAs the spheres, with a roll, some fiery of soul,\r\nOthers golden, with music, revolve round the pole;\r\nSo let our cups, radiant with many hued wines,\r\nRound and round in groups circle, our Zodiac’s Signs:—\r\n        Round reeling, and ringing their chimes!\r\n\r\nThen drink, gods and kings; wine merriment brings;\r\nIt bounds through the veins; there, jubilant sings.\r\nLet it ebb, then, and flow; wine never grows dim;\r\nDrain down that bright tide at the foam beaded rim:—\r\n        Fill up, every cup, to the brim!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nDIRGE\r\n\r\n\r\nWe drop our dead in the sea,\r\n    The bottomless, bottomless sea;\r\nEach bubble a hollow sigh,\r\n    As it sinks forever and aye.\r\n\r\nWe drop our dead in the sea,—\r\n    The dead reek not of aught;\r\nWe drop our dead in the sea,—\r\n    The sea ne’er gives it a thought.\r\n\r\nSink, sink, oh corpse, still sink,\r\n    Far down in the bottomless sea,\r\nWhere the unknown forms do prowl,\r\n    Down, down in the bottomless sea.\r\n\r\n’Tis night above, and night all round,\r\n    And night will it be with thee;\r\nAs thou sinkest, and sinkest for aye,\r\n    Deeper down in the bottomless sea.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nMARLENA\r\n\r\n\r\nFar off in the sea is Marlena,\r\nA land of shades and streams,\r\nA land of many delights,\r\nDark and bold, thy shores, Marlena;\r\nBut green, and timorous, thy soft knolls,\r\nCrouching behind the woodlands.\r\nAll shady thy hills; all gleaming thy springs,\r\nLike eyes in the earth looking at you.\r\nHow charming thy haunts, Marlena!—\r\nOh, the waters that flow through Onimoo;\r\nOh, the leaves that rustle through Ponoo:\r\nOh, the roses that blossom in Tarma.\r\nCome, and see the valley of Vina:\r\nHow sweet, how sweet, the Isles from Hina:\r\n’Tis aye afternoon of the full, full moon,\r\nAnd ever the season of fruit,\r\nAnd ever the hour of flowers,\r\nAnd never the time of rains and gales,\r\nAll in and about Marlena.\r\nSoft sigh the boughs in the stilly air,\r\nSoft lap the beach the billows there;\r\nAnd in the woods or by the streams,\r\nYou needs must nod in the Land of Dreams.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nPIPE SONG\r\n\r\n\r\nCare is all stuff:—\r\n        Puff! Puff!\r\nTo puff is enough:—\r\n        Puff! Puff\r\nMore musky than snuff,\r\nAnd warm is a puff:—\r\n        Puff! Puff\r\nHere we sit mid our puffs,\r\nLike old lords in their ruffs,\r\nSnug as bears in their muffs:—\r\n        Puff! Puff\r\nThen puff, puff, puff,\r\nFor care is all stuff,\r\nPuffed off in a puff—\r\n        Puff! Puff!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJKEDK60FPTKW4Z1RE5RH","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK228422AVXKQM6NERD73","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:51.884Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:47:53.954Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}