Elegy on a Conch


Dry, now the cockl'd trump.
He, only, lies along
Lonely, of the sea-bank's shoaly sump.

Solus the cockl'd trump,
As neither cabinet of scamel
Nor house of brinish sea-bell,
CloisterŠd, this cockl'd trump.

Still in dream, his alluvial dreams,
Of memory her pearly stream
Her straying streams; bewets the coppŠd coral.
And her yesty spittle, the suspiring foam
Reverbs, from his nacreous auricle.



Crowkeeper (Cornelius Scarecrow esquire)