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happiness were sadness。 If； as I doubt not； there be another sphere； then
that which is unfulfilled in this must yet find completion； nothing omitted；
nothing denied。 And though a thousand oracles should pronounce this
thought an idle dream； neither Hope nor I would believe them。
It was a radiant morning of last February when I walked across the low
hills to the scene of the wreck。 Leaving the road before reaching the Fort；
I struck across the wild moss…country； full of boulders and footpaths and
stunted cedars and sullen ponds。 I crossed the height of land； where the
ruined lookout stands like the remains of a Druidical temple； and then
went down toward the ocean。 Banks and ridges of snow lay here and there
among the fields； and the white lines of distant capes seemed but drifts
running seaward。 The ocean was gloriously alive；the blackest blue； with
white caps on every wave； the shore was all snowy； and the gulls were
flying back and forth in crowds； you could not tell whether they were the
white waves coming ashore； or bits of snow going to sea。 A single
fragment of ship…timber； black with time and weeds； and crusty with
barnacles； heaved to and fro in the edge of the surf； and two fishermen's
children； a boy and girl； tilted upon it as it moved； clung with the
semblance of terror to each other； and played at shipwreck。
The rocks were dark with moisture； steaming in the sun。 Great sheets
of ice； white masks of departing winter； clung to every projecting cliff； or
slid with crash and shiver into the surge。 Icicles dropped their slow and
reverberating tears upon the rock where Emilia once lay breathless； and it
seemed as if their cold； chaste drops were sent to cleanse from her
memory each scarlet stain； and leave it virginal and pure。
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