386 POEMS 
Beneath those eyes no doubt or weakness stays, 
Nor fear can linger long. 
Thanks, that to my weak heart 
Your mingled powers, fair forms, such counsel 
give. 
Till I have learned the lesson ye impart, 
I have not learned to live. 
And oh, till life is done 
Of your deep gaze may ne’er the impression 
cease ! 
Still may the dark eyes whisper, “Courage! 
On!” 
The mild eyes murmur, “ Peace 
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POEMS FROM “THALATTA” 
[The two poems which follow are from a volume called “ Thalatta ; 
a book for the Sea-side,” edited by my friend Samuel Longfellow 
and myself in 1853.] 
I. 
CALM. 
’T 1s a dull, sullen day, —the dull beach o’er 
In rippling curves the ebbing ocean flows ; 
Along each tiny crest that nears the shore 
A line of soft green shadow rises, glides, and 
goes. 
