We will sleep among the ocean’s dead. Stay for me, stay!—I come!”
There was a sullen plunge below,
A flashing on the main;
And the wave shut o’er that wild heart’s woe—
Shut, and grew still again.
TO WORDSWORTH.
Thine is a strain to read among the hills,
The old and full of voices,—by the source
Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills
The solitude with sound; for in its course