Classic Poem

As dwellers near the border of the ocean
Hear unaware its hoarse, habitual strife,
The waves of mighty and eternal motion
Thunder upon the citied shores of life
With strenuous and pervading sound, which seems
A silence to the tense, accustomed ear;
Till, like awaking from tumultuous dreams
To gentle morning airs and sunlight clear,
We stand upon some lone, majestic height,
Full in the splendor of deep, smiling skies,
Zoned in pure calm and pinnacled in light,
Mute with a reverent love and awed surprise.