No matter what I say, <br />All that I really love <br />Is the rain that flattens on the bay, <br />And the eel-grass in the cove; <br />The jingle-shells that lie and bleach <br />At the tide-line, and the trace <br />Of higher tides along the beach: <br />Nothing in this place.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eel-grass/
