The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

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The 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.

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.

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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 23 December 2015

This is the Longfellow I grew up reading, the storyteller, the weaver of magic beautiful realms laced with danger and mystery!

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M Asim Nehal 23 December 2015

Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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