IN the coiled shell sounds Ocean's distant roar, Oft to our listening hearts come heavenly strains; -- Men say, "That was the blood in our own veins, And this, -- but the echo of our hope; no more." And yet, the murmuring sea exists, which bore That frail creation o'er its watery plains; And on Time's sands full many a shell remains Tossed by Eternity upon its shore. Its tongue our hope from Nature's self has caught. Matter nor force is lost as aeons roll. And mind? -- Love life conserves and death abates, -- Through the long ages this has nature taught. Under the stars she plights the wistful soul: "Life ruled by Love nor dies nor dissipates." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CASSANDRA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE |