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.