A SEA-SIDE MEDITATION.
"Ut per aquas quæ nunc rerum simulacra videmus."
Lucretius, lib . i.
Go, travel 'mid the hills! The summer's hand
Hath shaken pleasant freshness o'er them all.
Go, travel 'mid the hills! There, tuneful streams
Are touching myriad stops, invisible;
And winds, and leaves, and birds, and your own thoughts,
(Not the least glad) in wordless chorus, crowd
Around the thymele[1] of Nature.
- ↑ The central point of the choral movements in the Greek theatre.
