The tide rises, the tide falls, <br />The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; <br />Along the sea-sands damp and brown <br />The traveler hastens toward the town, <br />And the tide rises, the tide falls. <br />Darkness settles on roofs and walls, <br />But the sea, the sea in darkness calls; <br />The little waves, with their soft, white hands <br />Efface the footprints in the sands, <br />And the tide rises, the tide falls. <br />The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls <br />Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; <br />The day returns, but nevermore <br />Returns the traveler to the shore. <br />And the tide rises, the tide falls.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tide-rises-the-tide-falls-the/
