Here you will find the Poem Changed Voices of poet William Watson
Last night the seawind was to me A metaphor of liberty, And every wave along the beach A starlit music seemed to be. To-day the seawind is to me A fettered soul that would be free, And dumbly striving after speech The tides yearn landward painfully. To-morrow how shall sound for me The changing voice of wind and sea? What tidings shall be borne of each? What rumour of what mystery?
