Here you will find the Poem Rapine of poet Leon Gellert
She came from some still mossiness Of quiet ways; and stood with modest hands; A warmth of body in a shy distress; A white shell on the sands. A slender shell she seemed; And he, the sea That rose and gathered, beat and dreamed And longed so restlessly. She saw him not this imminent, nor moved Nor spoke. The hot sea swept; And smothering her fears It loosed and loved And left her as she wept, Wet with his clasp, and wet with all her tears.
