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.
2 comments:
Great to see back on your blog.
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.
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