The sea is full of wandering foam,
The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
The night is dark and loud.
Where are the hours that came to me
So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
O, dark and loud's the night!
William Ernest Henley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-is-full-of-wandering-foam/
