Poem by George William Russell

The Voice of the Sea

THE SEA was hoary, hoary,
Beating on rock and cave:
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.

They thundered louder, louder,
With storm-lips curled in scorn—
And dost thou tremble before us,
O fallen star of morn?

1. A Woman's Voice
2. Kinship
3. The Place of Rest
4. Brotherhood
5. Dusk

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