It is a night of summer,—and the sea
Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.


Rosalie.


It is a night of summer,—and the sea Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.

It is a night of summer,—and the sea Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.

It is a night of summer,—and the sea Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.

It is a night of summer,—and the sea Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.