THE TIDES RISES, THE TIDES FALLS

                                     The tide rises, the tide falls,

                                     The twillight 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 the 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 steads 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.