“All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.” CountryLyingNatureWhiteMysterySeaWindArmsBirdCloudsWaveInvisibleFlightDustShoreFar AwayRepetitionSoarMoonlightSea Birds Book:Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export Source: Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export