These great, beautiful vessels, imperceptibly swaying (rocking) on the
tranquil waters, these sturdy ships, with their idle, homesick air, do
they not ask us, in a silent tongue: When do we sail for happiness?
Not to forget the marvellous in drama, sorcery, romance.
The background, the atmosphere in which a whole tale should be steeped.
(See the Fall of the House of Usher, and refer this to the profound
sensations of hashish and of opium.)