I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry, <br /> In that still hour between the night and day; <br /> I saw the answering tides, green robed and gray, <br />Turn to her with a low contented sigh; <br />Marching with silent feet they passed me by, <br /> For the white moon had taught them to obey, <br /> And scarce a wavelet broke in fretful spray, <br />As they went forth to kiss the stooping sky. <br /> <br />So, to my heart, when the last sunray sleeps, <br /> And the wan night, impatient for the moon, <br />Throws her gray mantle over land and sea, <br />There comes a call from out Life's nether deeps, <br /> And tides, like some old ocean in a swoon, <br />Flow out, in soundless majesty, to thee.<br /><br />David MacDonald Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-tide/
