Friday, July 25, 2014

Poetry Friday - The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

It's been one week since posting a poem about the sand, and I'm still dreaming of the sea.

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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, 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 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.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong at Poetry for Children. Happy poetry Friday friends!


  1. I'm feeling it too... every rise, every fall. Thanks for sharing Longfellow today, Tricia.

  2. So rhythmic, so lyrical...and a little sad, too. "...but nevermore/Returns the travellers to the shore"

    I hope you get to the beach, Tricia!

  3. This is another terrific reminder, Tricia, of the depth of your poetry offerings--such a great mix, and we never know what treasures you'll share next!

  4. I was thinking about the sea today, too. Thanks for sharing this Longfellow poem. I haven't thought of it in a long time.