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 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.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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Very nice poem, Lady Madeliene. My family always spent summers somewhere at the sea. Your poem and picture bring back nice memories.
ReplyDeleteHi BlueJeannie,
ReplyDeleteThose must have been happy times...
I grew up near the sea, and I feel it in my soul, always...
LadyM