The Seashell

I found a golden seashell on the beach.
It is massive, and embroidered with the finest pearls.
Europa touched it with her sacred hands
as she rode the waves astride the celestial bull.

I raised that sounding seashell to my lips
to rouse the echoses of the ocean's reveilles,
and pressed it to my ear and heard the blue
fathoms whisper the secret of their treasures.

Hence I have tasted the salt of the bitter winds
that swelled the sails of the Argonauts when all
the stars were in love with Jason's golden dream,

and I hear murmur of waves and an unknown voice
and a vast tide-swell and a mysterious wind -
The shell I found is in the shape of a heart.
- Poem by Ruben Dario
Nicaragua Poet

Sea Shell

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,

Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
- Poem by Amy Lowell

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