So my great love for thee lies tranquil, deep,
Forever; though above it passions fierce,
Ambition, hatred, jealousy; like waves
That seem from earth's core to the sky to leap,
But ocean's depths can never really pierce;
Hide its great calm, while all the surface raves.

"Sonnet II" in Scribner's Monthly Vol. IX (November 1874 - April 1875), p. 359.