Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Introductory Verses

Oh, you who read some song that I have sung –
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung? 

Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd? 

Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore-
You have its shape, its colour – and no more.

It tells not one of those vast mysteries
That lie beneath the surface of the seas.

Our songs are shells, cast out by waves of thought; 
Here, take them at your pleasure; but think not

You’ve seen the beneath the surface of the waves, 
Where lie our shipwrecks, and our coral caves.

1. Be Not Attached
2. Behold the Earth
3. The Birth of the Orchid
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

Christian Milne Introductory Verses ("WHILE worth and taste with generous hand entwine")

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