With a Copy of My “Poems”

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!