THE SHELL

I am a Shell out of the Asian sea,

But my sad Pearl is gone,

Risen to be Goddess—Venus green is she

And I cast up alone.

Yet some night shall her brilliance stoop and take

Unto her ear this shell,

And hear the whisper of her own heart-break ...

All that I serve to tell.

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