Eel-Grass

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Title:     Eel-Grass
Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by Millay]

No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.

[The end]
Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Eel-Grass

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