I stand again on the familiar shore, <br />And hear the waves of the distracted sea <br />Piteously calling and lamenting thee, <br />And waiting restless at thy cottage door. <br />The rocks, the sea-weed on the ocean floor, <br />The willows in the meadow, and the free <br />Wild winds of the Atlantic welcome me; <br />Then why shouldst thou be dead, and come no more? <br />Ah, why shouldst thou be dead, when common men <br />Are busy with their trivial affairs, <br />Having and holding? Why, when thou hadst read <br />Nature's mysterious manuscript, and then <br />Wast ready to reveal the truth it bears, <br />Why art thou silent! Why shouldst thou be dead?<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agassiz/
