I held a sea shell to my ear,
And listened to its tale
Of vessels bounding o'er the main
And all the ships that sail.
It sang of brilliant water flowers—
The bright anemones
That bloom beneath the ocean waves—
Tossed in from seven seas.

Each time I harken to this song,
I hear the breakers moan,
And fancy that a warning bell
Rings from a lighthouse lone.
No longer need I wish to go
Where foam-capped billows swell,
For I've an ocean of my own
Within this pearly shell.

by Violet L. Cuslidge

4 opmerkingen:

Aputsiaq zei

So beautiful, Anna! What a special post...1-0 to you :O))

Hermes zei

What a lovely post.

Nathanaƫlle zei

Very beautiful. Thank you Anna.

Once We Were Faeries ~Judy zei

Love it!