Or, From That Sea Of Time, Spray, Blown By The Wind - A Double Winrow-Drift Of Weeds And Shells; (O Little Shells, So Curious-Convolute! So Limpid-Cold And Voiceless! Yet Will You Not, To The Tympans Of Temples Held, Murmurs And Echoes Still Bring Up - Eternity'S Music, Faint And Far, Wafted Inland, Sent From Atlantica'S Rim - Strains For The Soul Of The Prairies, Whisper'D Reverberations - Chords For The Ear Of The West, Joyously Sounding Your Tidings Old, Yet Ever New And Untranslatable;) Infinitessimals Out Of My Life, And Many A Life, (For Not My Life And Years Alone I Give - All, All I Give;) 10 These Thoughts And Songs - Waifs From The Deep - Here, Cast High And Dry, Wash'D On America'S Shores. Currents Of Starting A Continent New, Overtures Sent To The Solid Out Of The Liquid, Fusion Of Ocean And Land - Tender And Pensive Waves, (Not Safe And Peaceful Only - Waves Rous'D And Ominous Too. Out Of The Depths, The Storm'S Abysms - Who Knows Whence? Death'S Waves, Raging Over The Vast, With Many A Broken Spar And Tatter'D Sail.)