THE Tide Rises,THE Tide Falls

(The tide rises) (,the ride 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 settle on roofs and walls, But the sea,the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves with their soft,white hand, 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.