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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VII. The Sea

Gulf-Weed

Cornelius George Fenner (1822–1847)

A WEARY weed, tossed to and fro,

Drearily drenched in the ocean brine,

Soaring high and sinking low,

Lashed along without will of mine;

Sport of the spume of the surging sea;

Flung on the foam, afar and anear,

Mark my manifold mystery,—

Growth and grace in their place appear.

I bear round berries, gray and red,

Rootless and rover though I be;

My spangled leaves, when nicely spread,

Arboresce as a trunkless tree;

Corals curious coat me o’er,

White and hard in apt array;

Mid the wild waves’ rude uproar

Gracefully grow I, night and day.

Hearts there are on the sounding shore,

Something whispers soft to me,

Restless and roaming forevermore,

Like this weary weed of the sea;

Bear they yet on each beating breast

The eternal type of the wondrous whole,

Growth unfolding amidst unrest,

Grace informing with silent soul.