Classic Poem

What does the rock on which the waves of the sea beat know of the sea?
The rock beholds the broken surface of the water, the hurling spray,
But he has no sight of the quiet, unmarred,
The deep places of treasure.
He feels the caresses of the sea, hears the passionate cry
Of the sea's song at his feet, breaking upon him,
And to the rock it appears
That it is the rock who draws the sea's caresses, her desire.
But it is only the driving of the moon, that drives all seas.
Whatever rock the sea touches upon,
That the tides urge her upon,
Must send up this spray, this song,
These waves of remonstrance, yearning waves of submission;
But the sea does not know the compelling of the moon.
And the rock does not know the unbroken depths of the sea.