They filled me with an unknown longing.

I remembered somehow that my mother died when I was a baby.

I looked deeper and deeper, till they spread around me like seas, and I sank in their waters.

I forgot all the rest, till I found myself at the window, whose gloomy curtains were withdrawn, and where I stood gazing on a whole heaven of stars, small and sparkling in the moonlight.

Below lay a sea, still as death and hoary in the moon, sweeping into bays and around capes and islands, away, away, I knew not whither.