Excerpt from "There Would I Be"

"But where the billows and bright pebbles meet, Where the sand glistens and wild waters flow; Where the white foam would come kissing my feet, And the breath of the night-wind fall cool on my brow Where my rapt spirit might wander alone, Blest in its dreams 'mid the fresh and the free; Where the petrels career and the storm demons moan By the rock-girded ocean--there, there would I be."

— Poems by Eliza Cook (Page 301)