One summer eve with pensive thought
I wandered on the sea-beat shore,
Where oft in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before,
I gathered shells in days before;
The plashing waves like music fell
Responsive to my fancy wild,
A dream o'er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child,
A dream came o'er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child.
I stooped upon the pebbly strand
to cull the toys that round me lay;
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them one by one away,
I threw them one by one away;
O thus I said, in every stage
By toys our fancy is beguiled;
We gather shells from youth to age'
And then we leave them like a child,
We gather shells from youth to age,
And then we leave them, leave them like a child.
Cherry, John William, "Shells of Ocean" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 5.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.