The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, <br /> And round the pebbly beaches far and wide <br /> I heard the first wave of the rising tide <br /> Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep; <br />A voice out of the silence of the deep, <br /> A sound mysteriously multiplied <br /> As of a cataract from the mountain's side, <br /> Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. <br />So comes to us at times, from the unknown <br /> And inaccessible solitudes of being, <br /> The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul; <br />And inspirations, that we deem our own, <br /> Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing <br /> Of things beyond our reason or control.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sound-of-the-sea-the/
