The sea is the land's edge also, the granite
Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses
It hints of earlier and other creation:
The starfish, the hermit crab, the whale's backbone;
The pools where it offers to our curiosity
The more delicate algae and the sea anemone.
It tosses up our losses, the torn seine,
The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar
And the gear of foreigh dead men. The sea has many voices.

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Eliot, T. S. "The Dry Salvages." New English Weekly, Feb. 1941.