• 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...

  • It rises — passes — on our South

    Inscribes a simple Noon —

    Cajoles a Moment with the Spires

    And infinite is gone —