All day I hear
by James Joyce
All day I hear the noise of waters making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water’s monotone.
The gray winds, the cold winds are blowing where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters, far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing to and fro.
Gardner Read: The Art of Song
(William Blake, Frances Frost, James Joyce, Gardner Read, Henry Russell, Rabindranath Tagore and Jean Starr Untermeyer)