The Sound Of The Sea

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first 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.

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• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Three Kings
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Village Blacksmith
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Witnesses
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Wreck Of The Hesperus
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : There Was A Little Girl
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : To A Child
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : To An Old Danish Song-book
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : To The Driving Cloud

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• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Rainy Day
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Psalm Of Life
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• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Poet's Calendar: 11 - November
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Poet's Calendar: 10 - October
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Poet's Calendar: 09 - September
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : The Poet's Calendar: 08 - August