after the whistling winds

  Below a myriad waves, hastening,
           undulating waves,
           waves of the ocean

     On the beach at night , alone,
as the old mother sways her to and fro
        singing her husky song,
  as I watch the bright stars shining

          Waves of the ocean,
bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
     Waves, laughing and buoyant

                 O soul

      thoughts, silent thoughts,
    of Time and Space and Death,
          like waters flowing,
      Bear me indeed as through
             regions infinite