The shattered water made a misty din. <br />Great waves looked over others coming in, <br />And thought of doing something to the shore <br />That water never did to land before. <br />The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, <br />Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. <br />You could not tell, and yet it looked as if <br />The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, <br />The cliff in being backed by continent; <br />It looked as if a night of dark intent <br />Was coming, and not only a night, an age. <br />Someone had better be prepared for rage. <br />There would be more than ocean-water broken <br />Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-by-the-pacific/
