The world was like a shell to me, -
Its voice with distant song was low;
But now its mysteries I know:
I hear the turmoil of the sea.
The whirling, soft, and tender sound
That meant I knew not what of lore, -
I dream its mystery now no more:
Its reckless meaning I have found.
O shell! I held thee to my ears
When I was young, and smiled with pride
To stand aglow at marvel's side!
O world, thy voice is wild with tears!
The Shell And The World
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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Poem topics: dream, pride, sea, song, wild, tender, young, hear, mystery, stand, soft, sound, world, voice, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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