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The voice of the Sea.

“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 of foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dark and stormy is this painting of the Sea,
with a flash of ruby hidden on the far horizon.
Walking on the wet sand each morning I hear it speak to me.

The Voice of the Sea

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,680
Size: 60w x 60h x 2d cms
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Inks and mixed media on board
Comes with a choice of 2 framing options
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The voice of the Sea.

“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 of foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dark and stormy is this painting of the Sea,
with a flash of ruby hidden on the far horizon.
Walking on the wet sand each morning I hear it speak to me.