Godfrey's Cove: Near York Harbor, Maine

THESE downs that sink and swell across the land, —
Soft fields suffused with yellow mistiness,—
These pastures growing greener to the strand,
The willows with their whispered cadences,
The rocky sculpture of the waves and skies,
The clear, cool waters prisoned peacefully,
Are prophets all of what beyond them lies, —
The infinitely changeful, changeless sea.

O Soul, thy multitudinous happenings,
The trivial events of nights and days,
The griefs that darken and the hopes that shine,
The pleasant places and the stormy ways,
Are hints and heralds of eternal things,
Inflowings from the tide of the Divine !