Show TEE ICOn I My soul was like the sea Before the moon was made j Moaning in vague Immensity Of Its own strength afraid Unrestful and unstaid I I Through every rift foamed in vain About Its earthly prison I Seeking some unknown thing In pain And sinking restless back again For yet no moon had risen I Its onlv voice a vast dumb moan Of utterless anguish peaking I lay unhopefuliy alone I And lived but in an aimless seeking t f So was my soul butwhen tires full J Of unrest to oerloading A voice of something beautiful i Whispered a dim foreboding i And yet so sot so sweet so low l I had not more of joy than woe i j And as the sea doth oft lie still f I Making 1ss waters meet As If by an unconscious will For the moons silver feet So lay my soul within mine eyes When thou its guardian moon didst rise j And now howeer It wives above May toss and seem dneaseful One strong eternal law of love Wfth guidance sure and peaceful I As calm and natural as breath Moves Death its great deeps through Life and James Russell Lowell r |