Color Inspiration—Seaweed 2

[partial bits from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's] 

Seaweed

When descends on the Atlantic 

The gigantic 

Storm-wind of the equinox, 

Landward in his wrath he scourges 

The toiling surges, 

Laden with seaweed from the rocks

From Bermuda's reefs; from edges 

Of sunken ledges, 

In some far-off, bright Azore; 

From Bahama, and the dashing, 

Silver-flashing 

Surges of San Salvador; 

From the tumbling surf, that buries...

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting 

On the shifting 

Currents of the restless main; 

Till in sheltered coves, and reaches 

Of sandy beaches, 

All have found repose again. 

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