THE SOUND OF THE SEA
(Forwarded by Thomas Philip)
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
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
Of things beyond our reason or control.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(Forwarded by Thomas Philip)
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wideI 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 foreseeingOf things beyond our reason or control.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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