The Sound Of The Sea
  
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.  
  
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)