Poems (Whitney)/Lines
For works with similar titles, see Lines.
Dim Eden of delight,In whom my heart springs upward like a palm;Loving your morning strength, your evening calm, Your star-inspired Night—A sweeter breath blows upward from the sea,Like a fresh hope from God's eternity;— Latest and best, are you then coming?
Nay—shadow is not here;Save of the rocks upon the gleaming sands,And that which moves beside me with clasped hands, A suffering shadow, drearWith watching, it would seem, the endless swell,Great, white-faced waves, sent ceaselessly to quell The stern and silent shore with thunder.