The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away
solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh
and shore mud,
This part of the poem got my attention because of the description and detail. Some the words he used also interested me. I'm curious what a flying sea-cow is and how he came up with it. I can't figure out if he put it in there for some comedy or some other strange reason. I also can't really figure out what the last part of these lines is saying either. Either way I like his choice of words.
Make that sea-CROW...like a sea bird, probably a cormorant. It's all about being by the sea in a marshy place. I'm glad you like his words.
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