As if he were an angel <br />holding to our ears a conch shell <br />he made us hear the <br />beating surf, <br />the wheeling gulls, <br />the seafoam bubbles popping <br /> as they slid back into the sea<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matthew-arnold-s-dover-beach/
