Baroque, But Beautiful, Between The Lunes, The Valves Of Nacre Of A Mussel-Shell, Behold, A Pearl! Shaped Like The Burnished Bell Of Some Strange Blossom That Long Afternoons Of Summer Coax To Open: All The Moon'S Chaste Lustre In It; Hues That Only Dwell With Purity ' It Takes Me, Like A Spell, Back To A Day When, Whistling Truant Tunes, A Barefoot Boy I Waded 'Mid The Rocks, Searching For Shells Deep In The Creek'S Slow Swirl, Unconscious Of The Pearls That 'Round Me Lay: While, 'Mid Wild-Roses, All Her Tomboy Locks Blond-Blowing, Stood, Unnoticed Then, A Girl, My Sweetheart Once, The Pearl I Flung Away.