Poem By; Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882
The sound of the sea
The sea awoke at midnight from it's 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 awooded 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 forshadowing and forseeing of things beyon our reason or control
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