Explore "The Depths" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Not only sun-kissed heights are fair. Below / The cold, dark billows of the frowning deep / Do lovely blossoms of the ocean sleep, / Rocked gently by the waters to and fro. / The coral beds with magic colours glow, / And priceless pearl-encrusted molluscs heap / The glittering rocks where shining atoms leap / Like living broken rainbows.
Even so / We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night / The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, / As down we sink to darkness and despair. / But at the depths-such beauty! such delight! / Such flowers as never grew in pleasure's ways! / Ah! not alone are sun-kissed summits fair.