Helen Hunt Jackson - The Zone of Calms lyrics

As yearning currents from the trackless snows, And silent Polar seas, unceasing sweep To South, to North, and linger not where leap Red fires from glistening cones,--nor where the rose Has triumph on the snow-fed Paramos, In upper air,--nor yet where lifts the deep Its silver Atollis on whose bosoms sleep The purple sponges; and, as in repose Meeting at last, they sink upon the breast Of that sweet tropic sea, whose spicy balms And central heat have drawn them to its arms,-- So soul seeks soul, unsatisfied, represt, Till in Love's tropic met, they sink to rest, At peace forever in the "Zone of Calms."