The immortal flame

For some time she stood absolutely motionless, looking out to sea. The late afternoon sunshine fell on her tall, white - clad form making it look like a statue carved out of some strange ethereal substance. All at once she glanced again at the long line of massive cliffs, and stretched out her arms as she whispered in soft, yearning tones, “Oh, you big immovable crags, give me some of your calm, let me learn to be still as you are still! ”