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"Murmuring, 'twixt a murmur and moan, / Many a tune in a single tone, / For every ear with a secret true -- / The sea-shell wants to whisper to you."
"Yes -- I hear it -- far and faint, / Like thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint; / Like the muffled sounds of a summer rain; / Like the wash of dreams in a weary brain."
"By smiling lip and fixed eye, / You are hearing a song within the sigh: / The murmurer has many a lovely phrase -- / Tell me, darling, the words it says."
"I hear a wind on a boatless main / Sigh like the last of a vanishing pain; / On the dreaming waters dreams the moon -- / But I hear no words in the doubtful tune."
"If it tell thee not that I love thee well, / 'Tis a senseless, wrinkled, ill-curved shell: / If it be not of love, why sigh or sing? / 'Tis a common, mechanical, stupid thing!"
"It murmurs, it whispers, with prophet voice / Of a peace that comes, of a sealed choice; / It says not a word of your love to me, / But it tells me I love you eternally. "