About The Shark, Phlegmatical One, Pale Sot Of The Maldive Sea, The Sleek Little Pilot-Fish, Azure And Slim, How Alert In Attendance Be. From His Saw-Pit Of Mouth, From His Charnel Of Maw They Have Nothing Of Harm To Dread, But Liquidly Glide On His Ghastly Flank Or Before His Gorgonian Head: Or Lurk In The Port Of Serrated Teeth In White Triple Tiers Of Glittering Gates, And There Find A Haven When Peril'S Abroad, An Asylum In Jaws Of The Fates! They Are Friends; And Friendly They Guide Him To Prey, Yet Never Partake Of The Treat-- Eyes And Brains To The Dotard Lethargic And Dull, Pale Ravener Of Horrible Meat.