|Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry.|
Volume V. Nature. 1904.
|VII. The Sea|
|Walter Savage Landor (17751864)|
From Gebir, Book I.
I AM not daunted, no; I will engage.
|But first, said she, what wager will you lay?|
|A sheep, I answered, add whateer you will.|
|I cannot, she replied, make that return:|
|Our hided vessels in their pitchy round|| 5|
|Seldom, unless from rapine, hold a sheep.|
|But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue|
|Within, and they that lustre have imbibed|
|In the Suns palace-porch, where when unyoked|
|His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave:|| 10|
|Shake one and it awakens, then apply|
|Its polisht lips to your attentive ear|
|And it remembers its august abodes,|
|And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.|