My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.