Thoughts on a thought

Scarcely but a look, a fleeting glance had I,

Upon a face that drew my eye beyond

That moment of seeing,

Seeking to lie

In every living thought, such is beauty's bond.

Threading dreams of day through a dreaming night,

Pearls of purest white

That no oyster made.

Silent shell, yet whispering such delight,

With loves sweet wind, tempting to be played.

I took that shell

And cast it out to sea,

So receding tide take these thoughts from me.

Scarcely but a look, a fleeting glance behind,

When there, amidst

The rolling surf I see,

Gentle, bobbing shell, floating through my mind.