The Silent Tide
I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry, Tn that still hour between the night and day; I saw the answering tides, igreen-robed and grey, Turn to her with a low, contented sigh; Marching with silent feet they passed me by, For the white moon had taught them to obey, And scarce a wavelet broke m fretful spray, As they went forth to kiss the stooping sky.
So, to my heart, when the last sunray sleeps, And the wan night, impatient for the moon, Throws her grey mantle over land and sea, There comes a call from out Life's nether deeps, And tides, like some old ocean m a , swoon,. Flow out m soundless majesty to thee. —From "Life."
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Kai Tiaki : the journal of the nurses of New Zealand, Volume XV, Issue 2, 1 April 1922, Page 62
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123The Silent Tide Kai Tiaki : the journal of the nurses of New Zealand, Volume XV, Issue 2, 1 April 1922, Page 62
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