LXVIII.
"Now, lay thine ear against this golden sand,
And thou shalt hear the music of the sea,
Those hollow tunes it plays against the land,—
Is't not a rich and wondrous melody?
I have lain hours, and fancied in its tone
I heard the languages of ages gone!"
LXIX.
"I too can sing when it shall please thy choice,
And breathe soft tunes through a melodious shell,