Sweet thy strains, thou minstrel daughter,
Touch again thy ocean shell,
From thy cottage by the water,
In the green and shadowy dell. I have listened all enchanted,
Held within thy magic spell;
What a boon has Nature granted
In thy sweet and simple shell. Gentle maiden, unassuming,
On thy fortunes how I dwell,
Since I saw thee sweetly blooming
In thy quiet ocean dell-- With each pale mysterious feature,
With thy eyes that pleasure tell:
Take my heart, thou fairy creature,
Minstrel of the ocean shell.