Large Pressed Sea Moss Formed into Wreath Surrounding Handwritten Poem about Sea Moss, c. Mid 19th century
Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century
Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images
Transcription of Poem-
“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;
Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers
Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;
Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”
Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century
Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images
Transcription of Poem-
“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;
Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers
Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;
Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”
Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century
Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images
Transcription of Poem-
“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;
Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers
Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;
Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”