Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Amy Lowell's poem Sea Shell


  1. brittany says:

    i loved it and i mean that amy lowell is like one of my favorite poets and i mean that too she is actully my favorite and i mean it so all you guys better believe everything that i just wrote in this comment box get it got it good! bye!!!! loved it once again!!!

  2. yann rolland says:

    This poem is great in his form and his content.It is obvious and simple and reminds to everyone his childhood when one could listen to sea shells and hear the words of the ocean…I adore it.

  3. jane says:

    very duper

  4. michael says:

    it was superb

  5. prashanth says:

    it was ok

  6. Nalani says:

    I absolutly love this little poem! It makes you think for a second, when your on the beach and you pick up a sea shell and drop it into your pail, where did it come from? What stories can it share?

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