The Song Of The Sea Shell
Come press your coral lip against my ear
Frail vagrant of the sea,
And sing to me the songs I love to hear
From ocean’s symphony.
Of tides that set in far off palmy isles
Where ukuleles strum,
And star eyed maidens wreathed in flowers and smiles
Dance to your rhythmic hum.
No plaintive bird, full throated with the spring,
Warbles a sweeter note
Than those enchanting melodies that ring
Within your pearly throat.
Sonorous chords that sound a minor key,
Sea chanties hoarse and low,
The echoes of the mermaid’s minstrelsy,
And songs the sirens know.
But now a bit of flotsam on the beach
Imprisoned in my hand,
I listen to the mysteries you teach
And strive to understand.
Your music leaves me in a brooding vein
Sweet chantress of the deep,
For in those elfin strains you wake again
From death’s engulfing sleep
And when, like you, upon life’s farthest shore
Time bears my empty shell,
O may such songs as your immortal store
Be mine as well!