The Sea at Night

The grey sea creeps half-visible, half-hushed,

And grasps with its innumerable hands

These silent walls. I see beyond a rough

Glimmering infinity, I feel the wash

And hear the sibilation of the waves

That whisper to each other as they push

To shoreward side by side, long lines and dim

Of movement flecked with quivering spots of foam,

The quiet welter of a shifting world.

 

 

Sri Aurobindo

 

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