Henry W. Longfellow's poem: The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FOLK-SONGS - The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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FOLK-SONG: The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls 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 in the darkness calls and 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. Content of FOLK-SONG: The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Ultima Thule] Read next: SONNETS#My Cathedral Read previous: FOLK-SONGS#The Windmill Table of content of Ultima Thule GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow