THOU OCEAN of things, they say, in thy dark depths there are pearls and gems without end. Many a diver learned in the sea is seeking for them. But I care not to join in their search. The light that flashes on your surface, the mystery that heaves on your bosom, the music that maddens your waves, and the dance that trips on your foam, are enough for me. If ever I am weary of them, I will plunge into your unfathomed bottom where there is death, or the treasure.
WHEN THOU savest me the steps are lighter in the march of thy worlds. When stains are washed away from my heart it brightens the light of thy sun. That the bud has not blossomed in beauty in my life spreads sadness in the heart of creation. When the shroud of darkness will be lifted from my soul it will bring music to thy smile.