THE SEA AT NIGHT

The grey sea creeps half-visible, half-hushed, And grasps with its innumerable hands These silent walls. I see beyond a rough Glimmering infinity, I feel the wash And hear the sibilation of the waves That whisper to each other as they push To shoreward side by side—long lines and dim Of movement flecked with quivering spots of foam, The quiet welter of a shifting world. Sri Aurobindo Ghose.