Classic Poem

" I hear the Voices when the tide comes in, "
Said the old sailor standing on the shore.
On this bleak coast, above this wintry roar,
I hear the winds of summer and the din
Of bird-songs in the palm-trees. I have been
Among the Isles of Beauty; and once more
The summer seas on Eden headlands pour —
I hear the Voices when the tide comes in.

The tide of time flows in upon the world,
And breaks on Northern headlands white with snow,
And some there be who hear discordant din;
But close I listen where its waves are hurled,
And I hear music from far islands blow —
I hear the Voices when the tides come in.