 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
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A CARCANET.
Not what the chemists say they be
Are pearls—they never grew;
They come not from the hollow sea,
They come from heaven in dew.
Are pearls—they never grew;
They come not from the hollow sea,
They come from heaven in dew.
Down in the Indian sea it slips,
Through green and briny whirls,
Where great shells catch it in their lips,
And kiss it into pearls.
Through green and briny whirls,
Where great shells catch it in their lips,
And kiss it into pearls.
If dew can be so beauteous made,
O, why not tears, my girl?
Why not your tears? Be not afraid—
I do but kiss a pearl!
O, why not tears, my girl?
Why not your tears? Be not afraid—
I do but kiss a pearl!
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | |