Sea-Measure

All night long the even roll of sea
Rhythmic and slow
On silence to whose inner mystery
No man may go.

Socrates, Plato, Christ must all have heard
Walking the lonely beach
Listening for that hidden inner word
That they might teach.

All lonely men the centuries send down
To master human things
Must have been strengthened by this monotone
To evener ponderings.

Quietly feeling what we feel tonight
That there is hidden bond
Between our Deepselves and some infinite
Deepness beyond.