午夜，大海从梦中醒来， 遥远辽阔的海滩烁石闪闪， 我听见涨潮的第一声海浪， 在绵延无阻地前进； 寂静的深海处有一个声音，
神秘地叠加着，
如同山间瀑布飞泻而下，
又如峭壁密林中狂风呼啸。
灵的海潮的冲动，
时常袭来，从未知，
以及令人望而却步的孤独；
我们自诩的灵感，
就是对超出我们理智和控制的事物的，
神圣预示和预知。
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep，
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide，
I heard the first wave of the rising tide，
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep；
A voice out of the silence of the deep，
A sound mysteriously multiplied，
As of a cataract from the mountain’s side，
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown，
And inaccessible solitudes of being，
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own，
Are some divine of foreshadowing and foreseeing，
Of things beyond our reason or control.