Poem by William Watson

Changed Voices

Last night the seawind was to me
A metaphor of liberty,
And every wave along the beach
A starlit music seemed to be.

To-day the seawind is to me
A fettered soul that would be free,
And dumbly striving after speech
The tides yearn landward painfully.

To-morrow how shall sound for me
The changing voice of wind and sea?
What tidings shall be borne of each?
What rumour of what mystery? 

1. In Laleham Churchyard
2. On Landor's “Hellenics”
3. Mensis Lacrimarum
4. Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee
5. England to Ireland

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