এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the Sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked losis chariot-wheel stands nidway in the wave: Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. W. S. LANDOR,
