The Clam Beneath the waves of leisure, Where echoes sound in liquid plays, The clam, in pearls of azure treasure, Hides safely from the summer’s blaze.

In lots of quiet, words unspent, It listens as the tides reveal, The charm of life in each descent, While wisdom holds its unsealed appeal.

For all within the tranquil sand, A world abides with no need for pride, In sacred homes the dainty hand, Forms memories, rich in truth and tide.

• Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr