Sea-Spoil
Maude
Prower
Prower, Maude
M. P.
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poet attribution: Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Maude Prower was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/369). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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See the children with quick eyes
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Sea-Spoi
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See the children with quick eyes
Seeking many an ocean prize—
Storm-tossed weeds of red and green,
Rare sea-shells of varied sheen.
Here a patch of silver sand
Strews the pebbly gleaming strand ;
There a tiny brooklet free
Ripples on to meet the sea.
In this cave the clear tide-pool
Gleams within its haven cool,
By the sea-weeds curtained fair
From the sun’s bright noontide glare.
In its halls of sand and shell,
Ocean’s treasures safely dwell,
Though each day the wild sea-foam
Thunders o’er their caverned home—
Safely dwell—till tiny hands
Part the clinging, shining strands
Of the sea-weed’s graceful screen,
Till each sheltered nook is seen.
Steeled by childhood’s careless joy,
All its beauties they destroy ;
Fright the tiny elves who glide
Swiftly round the cavern’s side ;
Scatter with unmeasured shock
All the inmates of the rock—
Some so small, that mortal sight
Cannot mark their passage light ;
Stir the tide-pool’s sandy floor,
Sullying its placid shore ;
Tear from off its fringe of rock
Shells and weeds with ruthless shock—
Till the spoilers fly the cave,
Warned by th’ approaching wave,
As the proud and mighty Sea
Comes to set her children free.
M. P.