I found a golden seashell on the beach.
It is massive, and embroidered with the finest pearls.
Europa touched it with her sacred hands
as she rode the waves astride the celestial bull.
I raised that sounding seashell to my lips
to rouse the echoses of the ocean's reveilles,
and pressed it to my ear and heard the blue
fathoms whisper the secret of their treasures.
Hence I have tasted the salt of the bitter winds
that swelled the sails of the Argonauts when all
the stars were in love with Jason's golden dream.
And I hear murmur of waves and an unknown voice
and a vast tide-swell and a mysterious wind -
The shell I found is in the shape of a heart.
Ruben Dario