This is from a poem called "The Fisher's Boy," which is available on the Thoreau Reader site:
The Fisher's Boy
by Henry David Thoreau
My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the ocean's edge as I can go;
My tardy steps its waves sometimes o'erreach,
Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.
My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, —
Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,
Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides.
I have but few companions on the shore:
They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea;
Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed o'er
Is deeper known upon the strand to me.
The middle sea contains no crimson dulse,
Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view;
Along the shore my hand is on its pulse,
And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.
Lovely thoughts to take along to a maritime museum--to keep in mind when engaging with the items on exhibit.
Thanks for the article and the link to Penobscot Marine Museum website, which, unfortunately shows only one artwork by Ms Marpeau. I think art gallery websites should do what the Hermitage in St Petersburg has done. That is, give site visitors access to the artworks through a virtual gallery.
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You make a very good point, Barista!
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