To a Sea Shell

What sea-maid's longings dwell
Upon thy lips, O Shell,
Washed to my feet from the depths of the sea?
Listening, I hold thee to my ear,
But the secret that I would hear
Blends with the ocean's mystery.

What sea-maid's longings dwell
Upon thy lips, O Shell,
Washed to my feet from the depths of the sea?
Listening, I hold thee to my ear,
But the secret that I would hear.
Blends with the ocean's mystery.
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