Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

              The Sound of the Sea

                   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.


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