O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells, I know;
Why pearly armors 'neath the sand conceal.
The whisper tells, the hearted tells of woe
From windy lisps, begotten ears then seal.
The hush that dwells, are secret dwells of pain;
A grief that hollowed clams, collect and feel.
To ease the spells, that love-lost spells refrain,
So lover's mold of broken shells can heal.
O' empty wells, o' loveless wells rejoice!
As by the sea, the tiny shells will steal;
The burning cells, the lovelorn cells and voice
And nestle where nostalgic sands congeal.
O' lover's bells, o' magic bells, let shine!
Turn not to shells, like many shells of mine.
This poem is written so beautifully and the music is so perfect that I am afraid to go to the depth of its meaning. Like a jewelry box so artfully crafted, you ask yourself: what could possibly be inside, that could match the beauty of the box??
I am not an expert in form poetry because I chose to, but sometimes you come across gems like this and you regret.
The musicality of using the letter 'n' & 'g' in; "And nestle where nostalgic sands congeal” and 'c' & 'o' in the line before, and the same, all over this piece, accompanied with the rhythm and the entwine rhymes, sound like few instruments are playing at once. Also the sublime words and the imagery, this is poetry at its best, WOW!!