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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Sea
I
By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)
 
YOU stooped and picked a red-lipped shell,
  Beside the shining sea:
“This little shell, when I am gone,
  Will whisper still of me.”
I kissed your hands, upon the sands,        5
  For you were kind to me.
 
I hold the shell against my ear,
  And hear its hollow roar:
It speaks to me about the sea,
  But speaks of you no more.        10
I pace the sands, and wring my hands,
  For you are kind no more.
 
 
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