THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS
by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807-1882)
- HE tide rises, the tide falls,
- The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
- Along the sea-sands damp and brown
- The traveller hastens toward the town,
- And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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- Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
- But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
- The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
- Efface the footprints in the sands,
- And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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- The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
- Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
- The day returns, but nevermore
- Returns the traveller to the shore,
- And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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