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IX. SHELLS ON THE SEA-SHORE.

A yellow stretch of rippled sand
Curved by the bay to two gold lips;
Ah look! the blue sea slyly slips
Faint frothing up the shingly strand—
Just takes the kiss, and then for fear
Reflows, but ebbs to reappear.
The sea-shells strewn around sing low
The secret sea-things that they know.