"Then I misjudged you."
"But I did not weep for that."
"Would you, if I misjudged you?"
"It would not be so hard to bear."
"And you went away with tears and brought me the corn of your mill."
"And you took it with smiles, and gave me the shell of your seas."
"Your corn rustled through my head."
"Your shell whispers at my heart."
"You shall always hear it whispering there. It will tell you what I can never tell you, or only tell you in other ways."
"Of your life on the sea? Of the countries over the water? Of storms and islands and flashing birds, and strange bright flowers? Of all the lands and life I've never seen, and dream of all wrong? Will it tell me those things?—of your life that I don't know."