Low-Tide
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went down Will show again when the tide is high Faint and perilous, far from shore, No place to dream, but a place to die,-- The bottom of the sea once more. There was a child that wandered through A giant's empty house all day,-- House full of wonderful things and new, But no fit place for a child to play.
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"These wet rocks where the tide has been,..."
This evocative piece by Edna St. Vincent Millay, titled "Low-Tide", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...