I dream of uplands, where the primrose shines And waves her yellow lamps above the lea; Of tangled copses, swung with trailing vines; Of open vistas, skirted with tall pines, Where green fields wait for me.
Of all the weird and wonderful creatures living under the sea, perhaps the strangest are jellyfish-those rubbery, cone-shaped creatures found floating in the water, their long tentacles trailing behind.
When I pluck up the courage to look at him, he's watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips.