Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLook, 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")
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow