The World Voice

I heard the summer sea Murmuring to the shore Some endless story of a wrong The whole world must deplore.

I heard the mountain wind Conversing with the trees Of an old sorrow of the hills, Mysterious as the sea's.

And all that haunted day It seemed that I could hear The echo of an ancient speech Ring in my listening ear.

And then it came to me, That all that I had heard Was my own heart in the sea's voice And the wind's lonely word.