Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807 - 1882]




Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow, Google.com

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams


The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the ocean-sands damp and brown.
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the ocean, the ocean in the darkness calls,
The huge waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls,
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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