Lucindo。What’sthis？Youspeakofstones，bays，wormsandmud？
Butrocksandcragstowerupwardseverywhere，Ineveryspotaspringcomesbubblingforth:
Whetherimpetuous，low，high——whatmatter？
MysteriousplacesstillaretobefoundWhereweareheldenrapturedandspellbound。
Toseethemwakesexcitementinmybreast，Andifitbursts，why，itisjest，nomore。