HEART OF MY HEART! STATELY, AND FAIR, AND SWEET; I LAY THESE GATHERED SHELLS BEFORE THY FEET. LOST IS THEIR SPARKLE OF THE FOAM AND SAND AND THE KEEN SUNSHINE GLITTERING ON THE STRAND; YET STILL THEY HOLD THE MURMUR OF THEIR SEA: THE DEEP, PURE OCEAN OF MY LOVE FOR THEE.