I know the solemn monotone
Of waters calling unto me;
I know from whence the airs have blown
That whisper of the Eternal Sea.
As low my fires of drift-wood burn,
I hear that sea’s deep sound increase.
And, fair in sunset light, discern
Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace.
FOOTNOTES:
[35] Whittier’s Autobiographical Letter, in Carpenter’s Whittier.