Poems (Millay)/Eel-Grass

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Eel-Grass
No matter what I say, All that I really loveIs 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 traceOf higher tides along the beach: Nothing in this place,
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