Sentries that watch yet cry not alarms. Not picked yet in brine they're found. Black their hearts, each wears a ring. They'll roll yet not upon the ground. What they catch they will not keep. In walls of bone they're bound. What are they?
Like a soft crystal ball that's been soaked in the brine, No mystical powers, yet reads all the signs, Has a ring not of gold that can grow in the night And reduces in size in the warm noonday light. What am I?
What common English word will describe a person or thing as not being found in any place and yet with no changes other than a space between syllables, will correctly describe that person or thing as being actually present at this very moment?
Like a snake of twisted birth, Coiled ut not to strike. Hurled at men caught in the brine, Or linked up to a spike. Stops the horse that seeks to roam, Or holds a sheet out on the foam. What is it?
