Eel-Grass

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Eel-Grass was published in Millay's poetry collection, Second April (1921).
Eel-Grass
Minette Layne, Frosted Nudibranch, Seattle, WA
 

     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.
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