As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.