• My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
      As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;
    My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach,
      Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.

    My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,
      To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,—
    Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,
      Which Ocean kindly to my...

  • From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks

    THE WATERS purled, the waters swelled,—
      A fisher sat near by,
    And earnestly his line beheld
      With tranquil heart and eye;
    And while he sits and watches there,
      He sees the waves divide,
    And, lo! a maid, with glistening hair,
      Springs from the troubled tide.

    She sang to him,...