26-Sep-2017
Author:  Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)

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. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on google Share on print


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