Monday, 11 August 2014

Poem for the day by the sea

Here is my poem for the day . It is suitable for summer as it talks about the sea . Hurrican Bertha has just caused havoc roaring across the Atlantic ocean from the States. The sea and the oceans have many moods. The sea can be calm and then whipped up into a foaming frenzy making us wary and keeping our distance. This poem is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the American Fireside poet. He must have gazed upon the majestic rise and swell of the Atlantic ocean as it crashed upon or carressed
The New England coastline.

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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