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The Sea, I
By Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903)
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Beside the shining sea:
“This little shell, when I am gone,
Will whisper still of me.”
I kissed your hands, upon the sands,
For you were kind to me.
And hear its hollow roar:
It speaks to me about the sea,
But speaks of you no more.
I pace the sands, and wring my hands,
For you are kind no more.