All Day I hear the Noise of Waters
All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the water's
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)