tide - Popular Poems and stories from category

Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant
The Autumn shall not shame us

Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;
Cool and clear, cool and clear,
By shining shingle and foaming weir;

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and
The traveller hastens toward the town,  And the tide rises, the tide falls