The Sound of the Sea (1873) by Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow The sea awoke at
midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly
beaches far and wide I heard the first wave
of the rising tide Rush onward with
uninterrupted sweep; A voice out of the
silence of the deep, A sound mysteriously
multiplied As of a cataract from
the mountain's side, Or roar of winds upon
a wooded steep. So comes to us at
times, from the unknown And inaccessible
solitudes of being, The rushing of the
sea-tides of the soul: And inspirations that
we deem our own, Are some divine
foreshadowing and foreseeing Of things beyond our
reason or control. |