THE tide slips up the silver sand, Dark night and rosy day; It brings sea-treasures to the land, Then bears them all away. On mighty shores from east to west It wails, and gropes, and cannot rest. O Tide, that still doth ebb and flow Through night to golden day: -- Wit, learning, beauty, come and go, Thou giv'st -- thou tak'st away. But some time, on some gracious shore, Thou shalt lie still and ebb no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN COMMEMORATIVE OF A NAVAL VICTORY by HERMAN MELVILLE IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HILLS OF HOME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON THESE LABOURED POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MR. WILLIAM BOSWORTH by L. C. |