The Voice of the Sea

Portrait of George William Russell
George William Russell 1867–1935
133Collected Poems by A.E.

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?

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