Nosgoth

Sound of the sea

Nosgoth


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.