Tuesday, November 12, 2013


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.


Ben said...

Great to see back on your blog.

Alden Smith said...

Thank you - I have decided that I will keep the blog going now whether anyone comments on my postings or not - Blogging is a bit like whats called "Journalling" except that its a public rather than a private diary, its a way of combining past, present and thoughts about the future.