The surges gushed and sounded, <br />The blue was the blue of June, <br />And low above the brightening east <br />Floated a shred of moon. <br /> <br />The woods were black and solemn, <br />The night winds large and free, <br />And in your thought a blessing seemed <br />To fall on land and sea.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-surges-gushed-and-sounded/
