The chambered nautilus
Oliver Wendell Holmes’ poem “The Chambered Nautilus” was first published in the February 1858 issue of “The Atlantic Monthly” magazine, as part of his series titled “The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table”, which featured his essays, poems, and aphorisms.
Oliver Wendell Holmes was born on 29 August 1809 in Cambridge, Massachusetts, US, and he died on 7 October 1894 in Boston, Massachusetts, US, at the age of 85.A physician, poet, and polymath, Holmes was among a group known as the fireside poets, and he was acclaimed as one of the best writers of the day. Counting Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow as his friends, he was a major influence on the literary world of the 19th century, especially in and around his native Boston.
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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, — Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year’s dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: —
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!