The tears uprose in blinding rain,
Such hopeless yearning stirred my soul
To lay my hand in his again!
THE SEA-GARDENS OF SANTA CATALINA
Lightly let the boat go drifting,
Neither hand nor oar uplifting,
Let no motion fret the ocean, and no sail be now unfurled;
Stranger than Aladdin’s story,
Lo, the dream-surpassing glory
And the marvel unimagined of the limpid underworld!