ribbon-weed

Updated: May 14, 2025

Thus tender is the touch of ocean; and look, how around this piece of oaken timber, twisted and torn and furrowed, its iron bolts snapped across as if bitten, there is yet twined a gay garland of ribbon-weed, bearing on its trailing stem a cluster of bright shells, like a mermaid's chatelaine. Thus adorned, we place it on the blaze. As night gathers without, the gale rises.

Thomas Wentworth Higginson - Oldport Days