...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance...

...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance...

...nature. Thus, the cherished isolation became itself a terrible vengeance : • A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. Shut up as in a crumbling tomb, girt...

...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward trom the land Their moon-led waters white. 1 A star that with the choral starry...

...hapless self-worship. This fine but wretched soul, in her self-sought artistic isolation, has become " a still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; left on the shore," whose chief misery it is to hear the ceaseless moan and movement of the great ocean of life from which...

...hapless self-worship. This fine but wretched soul, in her self-sought artistic isolation, has become " a still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand; left on the shore," whose chief misery it is to hear the ceaseless moan and movement of the great ocean of life from which...

...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, *Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance...

...my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A- still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance...

...seem'd my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance...

...thought of Him who is source both of goodness and beauty, is likened to ' A salt, still pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moonlit waters white.' These are pictures, undeniably ; and...