The Shell And The World.

The world was like a shell to me,— Its voice with distant song was low; But now its mysteries I know: I hear the turmoil of the sea. The whirling, soft, and tender sound That meant I knew not what of lore,— I dream its mystery now no more: Its reckless meaning I have found. O shell! I held thee to my ears When I was young, and smiled with pride To stand aglow at marvel's side! O world, thy voice is wild with tears!