Last night the seawind was to me <br />A metaphor of liberty, <br />And every wave along the beach <br />A starlit music seemed to be. <br /> <br />To-day the seawind is to me <br />A fettered soul that would be free, <br />And dumbly striving after speech <br />The tides yearn landward painfully. <br /> <br />To-morrow how shall sound for me <br />The changing voice of wind and sea? <br />What tidings shall be borne of each? <br />What rumour of what mystery?<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changed-voices/
