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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.
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