The Surges Gushed And Sounded

by William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley

The surges gushed and sounded,
The blue was the blue of June,
And low above the brightening east
Floated a shred of moon.
The woods were black and solemn,
The night winds large and free,
And in your thought a blessing seemed
To fall on land and sea.





Last updated January 14, 2019