The Secret of the Sea by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As I continue to scrapbook our trip through New England, I find that poetry by Longfellow describes our view of the power of the Atlantic so well.  Also, I though this poem was fitting, as I watch the Tale of Pirates on the Current News:

THE SECRET OF THE SEA by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Au!  what pleasant visions haunt me
   As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
  All my dreams. come back to me.
Sails of silk and ropes of sandal,
  Such as gleam in ancient lore;
And the singing of the sailors,
  and the answer from the shore!
Most of all, the Spanish ballad
  Haunts me oft, and tarries long,
Of the noble Count Arnaldos
  And the sailor’s mystic song.
Like the long waves on a sea-beach,
  Where the sand as silver shines,
With a soft, monotonous cadence,
  Flow its unrhymed lyric lines;–
Telling how the count Arnaldos,
  With his hawk upon his hand,
Saw a fair and stately galley,
  Steering onward to the land;–
How he heard the ancient helmsman
  Chant a song so wild and clear,
That the sailing sea-bird slowly
  Posed upon the mast to hear,
Till his soul was full of longing,
  And he cried, with impulse strong,–
“Helmsman! for the love of heaven,
  Teach me, too, that wondrous song!”
“Wouldst thou,”–so the helmsman answered,
   “Learn the secret of the sea?
Only those who brave its dangers
   Comprehend its mystery!”
In each sail that skims the horizon,
  In each landward-blowing breeze,
I behold that stately galley,
  Hear those mournful melodies;
Till my soul is full of longing
  For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
  Sends a thrilling pulse through me.


Back in Town

I just spent four days with my amazing mother!!!  What a grand time we had in the Texas Hill Country on Lake LBJ!  We shared a wonderful fresh catfish dinner, visited while viewing frequent changes in weather on the lake, observed families picking strawberries in the fields, walked through Backbone Nursery—beautiful, ate Chinese food together, drove through the countryside to Wildseed Farm in Fredericksburg, shopped and took photographs of wildflowers at Wildseed Farm, ate delicious chicken Quesodillas in Fredericksburg, listened to stories of times past, shared ideas on archival storage items, and laughed at our pups and just about everything else!  My mother is the ultimate DOER and is always active.  She inspires me!  Here are some pictures of our time together: