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St Vincent Millay,
Edna
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Eel-Grass
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Written by:
Edna
St Vincent Millay
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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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