Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 4, October 1842Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 4, October 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The sun had now been hid for some minutes, and the apple-green of the
sky was rapidly becoming colder and more indistinct, though the edge of
a solitary dark cloud, hanging a few degrees above the horizon, was yet
tipped with a faint crimson. Meantime the stars began to appear in the
opposite firmament, one after another twinkling into sight, as if by
magic, until the whole eastern heaven was gemmed with them. I looked
around the horizon. Never before had its immensity so forcibly impressed
me. The vast concave swelling high up above me and gradually rounding
away toward the distant seaboard, seemed almost of illimitable extent;
and when, over all the mighty space of ocean included within its
circuit, my eye rested on not a solitary sail, I experienced a sensation
of loneliness such as no pen can describe. And when the breeze again
died away, leaving the sails idly flapping to and fro as the schooner
rocked on the swell, my imagination suggested that perhaps it might be
our doom, as it had been that of others, to lie for days, nay weeks and
months, powerless in the midst of that desert latitude, shut out from
the world, enclosed within the blue walls of that gigantic prison: and I
shuddered, as well I might, at the very idea of such a fate.
It was now a dead calm. No perceptible agitation could be discovered on
the surface of the deep, except the long undulating swell which never
subsides, and which can be compared to nothing but the heavy breathing
of some gigantic monster when lulled to repose. Now and then, however, a
tiny ripple, occasioned by the gambols of some equally tiny inhabitant
of the deep, would twinkle sharp in the starlight; while, close under
the shadow of our hull, a keen eye might detect hundreds of the fairy
fire-flies of the ocean, their phosphoric lanterns glittering gaily as
they shot to and fro. Absorbed in the contemplation of the spectacle, I
suffered more than half an hour to pass unheeded; and it was not until
the sea began to be sensibly agitated, and the wind to freshen, that I
looked up. The change which had come over the firmament astonished me,
and requires a passing description.
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