The World Was Like A Shell To Me, - Its Voice With Distant Song Was Low; But Now Its Mysteries I Know: I Hear The Turmoil Of The Sea. The Whirling, Soft, And Tender Sound That Meant I Knew Not What Of Lore, - I Dream Its Mystery Now No More: Its Reckless Meaning I Have Found. O Shell! I Held Thee To My Ears When I Was Young, And Smiled With Pride To Stand Aglow At Marvel'S Side! O World, Thy Voice Is Wild With Tears!