The Courtship of Miles Standish

Into the open air John Alden, perplexed and bewildered, / Rushed like a man insane, and wandered alone by the sea-side; / Paced up and down the sands, and bared his head to the east-wind, / Cooling his heated brow, and the fire and fever within him. / Slowly as out of the heavens, with apocalyptical splendors, / Sank the City of God, in the vision of John the Apostle, / So, with its cloudy walls of chrysolite, jasper, and sapphire, / Sank the broad red sun, and over its turrets uplifted / Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured the city.

"Welcome, O wind of the East! " he exclaimed in his wild exultation, / "Welcome, O wind of the East, from the caves of the misty Atlantic! / Blowing o'er fields of dulse, and measureless meadows of sea-grass, / Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottos and gardens of ocean! / Lay thy cold, moist hand on my burning forehead, and wrap me / Close in thy garments of mist, to allay the fever within me!"