No Season Now For Calm,

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.