THE DEPTHS Ella Wheeler Wilcox Not only sun-kissed heights are fair. Below The cold, dark billows of the frowning deep Do lovely blossoms of the ocean sleep, Rocked gently by the waters to and fro. The coral beds with magic colors glow, And priceless pearl-encrusted mollusks heap The glittering rocks where shining atoms leap Like living broken rainbows.
Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze. As down we sink to darkness and despair. But at the depths! such beauty, such delight! Such flowers as never grew in pleasure's ways. Ah! not alone are sun-kissed summits fair The Depths Ella Wheeler Wilcox |