They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

In her eyes a thought
Grew sweet and sweeter, deepening like the dawn—
A mystical forewarning!

If you chance to live in a town where the authorities cannot rest until they have destroyed every precious tree within their blighting reach, you will be especially charmed by the beauty of the streets of Portsmouth. In some parts of the town, when the chestnuts are in blossom, you would fancy yourself in a garden in fairyland.

Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious; sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination.