The ebb came <br />And I saw the dead eyes of the houses <br />And the jealousy of other forgotten things <br />That storm had not carried thence. <br />And some more centuries passed over the ebb and flow <br />And over the loneliness of things forgotten. <br />And I lay there all the while <br />In the careless grip of the mud, <br />Never wholly covered, <br />Yet never able to go free, <br />And I longed for the great caress of the warm Earth <br />Or the comfortable lap of the Sea.<br /><br />Lord Dunsany<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-tides-ebb-and-flow/
