And land-locked beach where waves break lazily.
Herein we seem among the hills at rest;
Their balm by breath of salt wind undefiled;
Freshness of streams, and strength of great rocks piled,
Seem by our souls in this calm shade possessed,
Where hemlocks stretch their dusky branches o’er
The scattered rocks, whereto the green moss clings,
Catching the prisoned sunbeam as it flings
A miser’s portion of its golden store,
As if it feared to break the shadow deep,