Oh, take this shell, this pretty thing With tinted waves of pearly red; Hold close your ear and hear it sing, Then tell me what its voice hath said. A song of surges deep and strong,...
Sweet summer queen, with trailing robe of green, What spell has thou to bind the heart to thee? Thy throne is built upon the sun-lit sea, Where break the waves in clouds of silver sheen...
Low at my feet there lies to-night A crushed and withered rose; Within its heart of fading red No crimson fire glows; For o'er its leaves the frost of death Steals like an icy breath;...
The sunlight fell with a golden gleam On the waves of the rippling rill; The pansies nodded their purple heads; But the proud queen-rose stood still. She loved the light and she loved the sun,...