CHANGED VOICES

Last night the seawind was to me

A metaphor of liberty,

And every wave along the beach

A starlit music seemed to be.

To-day the seawind is to me

A fettered soul that would be free,

And dumbly striving after speech

The tides yearn landward painfully.

To-morrow how shall sound for me

The changing voice of wind and sea?

What tidings shall be borne of each?

What rumour of what mystery?