The waves have a story to tell me, <br /> As I lie on the lonely beach; <br />Chanting aloft in the pine-tops, <br /> The wind has a lesson to teach; <br />But the stars sing an anthem of glory <br /> I cannot put into speech. <br /> <br />The waves tell of ocean spaces, <br /> Of hearts that are wild and brave, <br />Of populous city places, <br /> Of desolate shores they lave, <br />Of men who sally in quest of gold <br /> To sink in an ocean grave. <br /> <br />The wind is a mighty roamer; <br /> He bids me keep me free, <br />Clean from the taint of the gold-lust, <br /> Hardy and pure as he; <br />Cling with my love to nature, <br /> As a child to the mother-knee. <br /> <br />But the stars throng out in their glory, <br /> And they sing of the God in man; <br />They sing of the Mighty Master, <br /> Of the loom his fingers span, <br />Where a star or a soul is a part of the whole, <br /> And weft in the wondrous plan. <br /> <br />Here by the camp-fire's flicker, <br /> Deep in my blanket curled, <br />I long for the peace of the pine-gloom, <br /> When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled, <br />And the wind and the wave are silent, <br /> And world is singing to world.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-voices-2/
