Where are the hapless shipmen?--disappeared, <br />Gone down, where witness none, save Night, hath been, <br />Ye deep, deep waves, of kneeling mothers feared, <br />What dismal tales know ye of things unseen? <br />Tales that ye tell your whispering selves between <br />The while in clouds to the flood-tide ye pour; <br />And this it is that gives you, as I ween, <br />Those mournful voices, mournful evermore, <br />When ye come in at eve to us who dwell on shore.<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-cruel-ocean/
