Listen to the beauty and balance of this line of poetry:

βῆ δ’ ἀκέων παρὰ θῖνα πολυφλοίσβοιο θαλάσσης

He set out, silent, along the shore of the much-thundering sea.

— Iliad, I.34

If one listens to the metre of the Greek, and particularly to where the ictus falls throughout the verse, one can hear the sound of the waves in the background, with a crash, rather appropriately, in the middle of πολυφλοίσβοιο (loud-roaring).

βῆ δ’ ἀκέ  |  ων παρὰ  |  θῖνα πο  |  λυφλοίσ  |  βοιο θα  |  λάσσης