I held a sea shell to my ear, And listened to its tale Of vessels bounding o'er the main And all the ships that sail. It sang of brilliant water flowers— The bright anemones That bloom beneath the ocean waves— Tossed in from seven seas.
Each time I harken to this song, I hear the breakers moan, And fancy that a warning bell Rings from a lighthouse lone. No longer need I wish to go Where foam-capped billows swell, For I've an ocean of my own Within this pearly shell. ~ Violet L. Cuslidge
And, of course, Cassandra must add a couple of sea-themed antiquarian books from her collection: