POEMS OF SUSSEX PLACES, 123
Is visible; thou hast in thee the life— The eternal, graceful, and majestic life— Of Nature, and the natural human heart Is therefore bound to thee with holy love.
Earth has her gorgeous towns; the earth-circling Sea Has spires and mansion more amusive still— Men's volant homes, that measure liquid space On wheel or wing. The chariot of the land, With pain'd and panting steeds and clouds of dust, Has no sight-gladdening motion like these fair, Careerers with the foam beneath their bows, Whose streaming ensigns charm the waves by day, Whose carols and whose watch-bells cheer the night, Moor'd as they cast the shadows of their masts In long array, or hither flit and yond Like spirits on the darkness of the deep.
Mysteriously with slow and crossing lights, There is a magnet-like attraction in These waters to the imaginative power, That links the viewless with the visible, And pictures things unseen. To realms beyond Yon highway of the world my fancy flies, When by her tall and triple mast we know Some noble voyager that has to woo The trade-winds, and to stem the ecliptic surge. The coral groves—the shores of conch and pearl, Where she will cast her anchor, and reflect Her cabin-window lights on warmer waves, And under planets brighter than our own : The nights of palmy isles, that she will see Lit boundless by the fire-fly—all the smells Of tropic fruits that will regale her—all The pomp of nature, and the inspiriting