|Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (18071882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.|
|So from the Bosom of Darkness|
August 4, 1856.
| A lovely morning, without the glare of the sun, the sea in great commotion, chafing and foaming.|
SO from the bosom of darkness our days come roaring and gleaming,
| Chafe and break into foam, sink into darkness again.|
|But on the shores of Time each leaves some trace of its passage,|
| Though the succeeding wave washes it out from the sand.|