My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.
Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.