A SCALLOP shell, loosed by the lifting tide, Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave; Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave. It gleamed and passed—you burdened it with love, With sweet long futures, new and dreamy days: And named for me—because I held your hopes. I bid you hush—not meriting your praise. I pointed, as your vessel came to shore, Wrecked where the tiny breakers rose and fell; And bid your voyagers not put to sea So frail a craft as this poor scallop shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUITS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO NO CONTINUING CITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN OLD SONGS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 3 by JOHN BYROM |