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To a Sea Shell
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Friend of my chamber--O thou spiral shell That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea! Repeating with eternal constancy Whatever memories the wave can tell; Whatever harmonies may rise and swell, Whatever sadness in the deep may be-- They are the ocean's, and desired of thee; Thou treasurest what thou dost love so well. So all my heart is one voluted fold,
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