Analysis of Sound Of The Sea, The

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
     And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
     I heard the first wave of the rising tide
     Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
     A sound mysteriously multiplied
     As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
     Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
     And inaccessible solitudes of being,
     The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
     Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
     Of things beyond our reason or control.