| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 580. With a Nantucket Shell |
| | | By Charles Henry Webb |
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| I SEND thee a shell from the ocean beach; | |
| But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech. | |
| Hold to thine ear, | |
| And plain thoult hear | |
| Tales of ships | 5 |
| That were lost in the rips, | |
| Or that sunk on shoals | |
| Where the bell-buoy tolls, | |
| And ever and ever its iron tongue rolls | |
| In a ceaseless lament for the poor lost souls. | 10 |
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| And a song of the sea | |
| Has my shell for thee; | |
| The melody in it | |
| Was hummed at Wauwinet, | |
| And caught at Coatue | 15 |
| By the gull that flew | |
| Outside to the ship with its perishing crew. | |
| But the white wings wave | |
| Where none may save, | |
| And there s never a stone to mark a grave. | 20 |
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| See, its sad heart bleeds | |
| For the sailors needs; | |
| But it bleeds again | |
| For more mortal pain, | |
| More sorrow and woe, | 25 |
| Than is theirs who go | |
| With shuddering eyes and whitening lips | |
| Down in the sea on their shattered ships. | |
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| Thou fearest the sea? | |
| And a tyrant is he, | 30 |
| A tyrant as cruel as tyrant may be; | |
| But though winds fierce blow, | |
| And the rocks lie low, | |
| And the coast be lee, | |
| This I say to thee: | 35 |
| Of Christian souls more have been wrecked on shore | |
| Than ever were lost at sea! | |
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