Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
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Lowell is a master of rhythm in a poem that is very sad and so moving. It is the sheer artistry of the word music that enchants. Tom Billsborough