the chambered nautilus

 build thee stately mansions

o my soul

as the swift seasons roll

leave thy low vaulted past

let each new temple nobler than last

shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast

till thou at length art free

leaving thine outgrown shell by

lifes unresting sea


the chambered nautilus

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