Like the shells strewn on some shore
When the heaving ocean bosom
Could contain them no more
Your mind which I can't fathom
Has reaching out flung ashore
Thoughts anew ,from its brimming bottom!
Like the shells that play 'peek-a-boo'
Your thoughts lie stranded face down
I search the sands on my rendezvous,
With fervent faith, at sun-down,Flip the patterned pieces, gently too
To delight in their design,or but frown.
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