The Ocean awoke in the Midnight Hour from its lengthy sleep,

And around the pearly beaches, far and wide

I heard the first wave of the rising Night-Tide

Rush onward: upward with undisturbed sweep;

A voice out of the quiet of the azure Deep,

A sound mysteriously propagated

As would be a cascade from the mountain's lofty side,

Or roar of the gale upon a forest, sheer and steep.

There comes to Man at times, from the unknown

And inaccessible Abyss of blue,

The rushing of the night-time Tides of the Soul;

And musings, which we deem our own,

Are some Divine foresight or Prophesying

Of great and fearsome things beyond all our Control or Rationale.