Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans/Distant Sound of the Sea at Evening

by Felicia Hemans

For other versions of this work, see Records of Passing Thought. VI. Distant Sound of the Sea at Evening.

VI.

DISTANT SOUND OF THE SEA AT EVENING.

Yet, rolling far up some green mountain dale,
Oft let me hear, as oft-times I have heard,
Thy swell, thou deep! when evening calls the bird,
And bee to rest; when summer tints grow pale,
Seen through the gathering of a dewy veil,
And peasant steps are hastening to repose,
And gleaming flocks lie down, and flower-cups close
To the last whisper of the falling gale.
Then, 'midst the dying of all other sound,
When the soul hears thy distant voice profound,
Lone-worshipping, and knows that through the night
'Twill worship still, then most its anthem tone
Speaks to our being of the Eternal One,
Who girds tired nature with unslumbering might.