The tide rises, the tide falls, <br />The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; <br />Along the sea-sands damp and brown <br />The traveller hastens toward the town, <br />And the tide rises, the tide falls. <br /> <br />Darkness settles on roofs and walls, <br />But the sea, the sea in the 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 /> <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 traveller to the shore, <br />And the tide rises, the tide falls.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tide-rises-the-tide-falls/
