Poetry Section
The Sound of the Sea
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 uniterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silve of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side.
Or roar of winds up on a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unkown
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.
-The End-