That I found lying on the wind-strung shore,
Thinking to toll it like a pearly bell
In my love’s ear. A charming metaphor!
Into the pinkish lobe that oceans swell
With odes of poignant longing, love, and lore,
I sang my song. Perhaps my love will find
It there one day, if wind and sea are kind.
Evelyn Coffey
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