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 of foreshadowing and foreseeing <br />Of things beyond our reason or control.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sound-of-the-sea/
