With whisper of her mellowing grain,  
  With treble of brook and bud and tree,  
  Earth joys for ever to sustain  
  The bass eternal of the sea.
"Beatrice", in Beatrice, and other Poems (1868).
With whisper of her mellowing grain,  
  With treble of brook and bud and tree,  
  Earth joys for ever to sustain  
  The bass eternal of the sea.
"Beatrice", in Beatrice, and other Poems (1868).