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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impressive words in this poem give it an imperial air:
"uninterrupted...mysteriously multiplied....inaccessible solitudes...foreshadowing and foreseeing"
comparing the expanse of the sea to the chasm of our soul. though they may claim to live only for the moment, they have "eternity written in their hearts"...they are never perfectly happy with this world....
a thought in a sea of thoughts...
by the way, does it bother you when someone shrugges and says "whatever"?
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