The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep
I heard the wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep,
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being
The rushing of the sea tides of the soul;
And inspirations that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Header: Tall Ship by Patricia Gilmore (buy it here)
2 comments:
Ahoy, Pauline! Nice poem and a beautiful painting. Thanks, Pirate Queen.
Ahoy, Timmy! Both are very evocative, I find.
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