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I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent1 drums, The orbed gold of the viol's voice that comes, Heavy with radiance, languorous2 and clear. Yet, if you hold me close against the ear, A dim, far whisper rises clamorously, The thunderous beat and passion of the sea, The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere3. Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings4, Making even Love in music audible, And earth one glory. I am but a shell That moves, not of itself, and moving sings; 点击收听单词发音
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