Oh! Call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea,|
For lovely, and gay, and bright-tinted are we!
Our Blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers,
Then call us not weeds, we are Ocean's gay flowers.
Not nursed like the plants of the summer parterre
Whose gales are but sights of an evening air
Our exquisite, fragile and delicate forms,
Are the prey of the Ocean, when vexed with his storms.
|Mary Matilda Howard (1846)|
M. M. Howard (1846), Ocean Flowers and Their Teachings, p. 46, Binns & Goodwin, Bath.