Explore "The Enviable Isles (Sea Pieces)" by Herman Melville on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
From "Rammon. "
Through storms you reach them and from storms are free.
Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue, / But, nearer, green; and, on the marge, the sea / Makes thunder low and mist of rainbowed dew.
But, inland, where the sleep that folds the hills / A dreamier sleep, the trance of God, instills- / On uplands hazed, in wandering airs aswoon, / Slow-swaying palms salute love's cypress tree / Adown in vale where pebbly runlets croon / A song to lull all sorrow and all glee.
Sweet-fern and moss in many a glade are here.
Where, strewn in flocks, what cheek-flushed myriads lie / Dimpling in dream-unconscious slumberers mere, / While billows endless round the beaches die.