I put It to my ear
And listened well
And straightaway, like a bell,
Came low and clear
The slow, sad murmur of far distant seas
Whipped by an icy breeze
Upon a shore
Wind-swept and desolate.

It was a sunless strand that never bore
The footprint of a man
Nor felt the weight
Since time began
Of human quality or stir,
Save what the dreary winds and waves incur.

And in the hush of waters was the sound
Of pebbles, rolling round;
Forever rolling, with a hollow sound:
And bubbling sea-weeds, as the waters go, swish to and fro
Their long cold tentacles of slimy gray:

There was no day;
Nor ever came a night
Setting the stars alight
To wonder at the moon
Was the twilight only, and the frightened croon,
Smitten to whispers, of the dreary wind
And waves that journeyed blind...

And i loosed my ear- Oh, it was sweet
The Wondrous Symphony of the Deep.