By Amy Pezzin
In every chink delights the ferns to grow
With leaf and tawny bloom below;
These, with our sea-weeds, rolling up and down
Form the contracted Flora of the town.
such a life in the power of anything on earth
to the restless sea on some wreck,
and roaring wind he wore
on the broad beach, his life away;
silent where the river
summer day,
mingles with the sea
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