the tide rises, the tide falls,
the twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
along the sea-sands damp and brown
the traveler hastens toward the town,
and the tide rises, the tide falls.
darkness settles on roofs and walls,
but the sea, the sea in 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 b...