Bloomsday–Fathers Day-Opening Day
All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is, when going
He hears the winds cry to the waters
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.
– Chamber Music. Pomes Penyeach (1927)