From Love and Nature
T
he Sun came through the frosty mist
Most like a dead-white moon;
Thy soothing tones I seemed to list,
As voices in a swoon.
Still as an island stood our ship,
The waters gave no sound,
But when I touched thy quivering lip
I felt the world go round.
We seemed the only sentient things
Upon that silent sea:
Our hearts the only living springs
Of all that yet could be!