The sea can bind us to her many moods, whispering to us by the subtle token of a shadow or a gleam upon the waves, and hinting in these ways of her mournfulness or rejoicing. Always she is remembering old things, and these memories, though we may not grasp them, are imparted to us, so that we share her gaiety or remorse.
H. P. LovecraftAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 20, 1890
- Died: March 15, 1937
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