The Voice Of The Sea

She Turned Her Face Seaward To Gather In An Impression Of Space And Solitude, Which The Vast Expanse Of Water, Meeting And Melting With The Moonlit Sky, Conveyed To Her Excited Fancy. As She Swam She Seemed To Be Reaching Out For The Unlimited In Which To Lose Herself.

The Peace And Beauty Of A Spring Day Had Descended Upon The Earth Like A Benediction.

The Voice Of The Sea Is Seductive, Never Ceasing, Whispering, Clamoring, Murmuring, Inviting The Soul To Wander In Abysses Of Solitude.

He Greatly Valued His Possessions, Chiefly Because They Were His, And Derived Genuine Pleasure From Contemplating A Painting, A Statuette, A Rare Lace Curtain - No Matter What - After He Had Bought It And Placed It Among His Household Gods.

She Wanted Something To Happen - Something, Anything: She Did Not Know What.