A SCALLOP shell, loosed by the lifting tide, Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave; Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave. It gleamed and passed—you burdened it with love, With sweet long futures, new and dreamy days: And named for me—because I held your hopes. I bid you hush—not meriting your praise. I pointed, as your vessel came to shore, Wrecked where the tiny breakers rose and fell; And bid your voyagers not put to sea So frail a craft as this poor scallop shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORY OF THE GATE by HARRISON ROBERTSON THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD TO THE BELGIANS by LAURENCE BINYON CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AT HOME AFTER THE BALL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON I AM A DRUNKARD by WILL CHAMBERLAIN |