NIGHT. br br Ah, listen through the music, from the shore, br The 'melancholy long-withdrawing roar'; br Beneath the Minster, and the windy caves, br The wide North Ocean, marshalling his waves br Even so forlorn--in worlds beyond our ken - br May sigh the seas that are not heard of men; br Even so forlorn, prophetic of man's fate, br Sounded the cold sea-wave disconsolate, br When none but God might hear the boding tone, br As God shall hear the long lament alone, br When all is done, when all the tale is told, br And the gray sea-wave echoes as of old! br br MORNING.