4579681Poems — "When the Tide comes in"Helen Hunt Jackson
"WHEN THE TIDE COMES IN."
HEN the tide comes in,At once the shore and sea beginTogether to be glad.What the tide has broughtNo man has asked, no man has sought:What other tides have hadThe deep sand hides away;The last bit of the wrecks they wroughtWas burned up yesterday.
When the tide goes out,The shore looks dark and sad with doubt.The landmarks are all lost.For the tide to turnMen patient wait, men restless yearn.Sweet channels they have crossed,In boats that rocked with glee,Stretch now bare stony roads that burnAnd lead away from sea.
When the tide comes inIn hearts, at once the hearts beginTogether to be glad.What the tide has broughtThey do not care, they have not sought.All joy they ever hadThe new joy multiplies;All pain by which it may be boughtSeems paltry sacrifice.
When the tide goes out,The hearts are wrung with fear and doubt:All trace of joy seems lost.Will the tide return?In restless questioning they yearn,With hands unclasped, uncrossed,They weep, on separate ways.Ah! darling, shall we ever learnLove's tidal hours and days?
WHEN THE TIDE COMES IN.
"When the tide goes out,The shore looks dark and sad with doubt."
HEN the tide comes in,At once the shore and sea begin Together to be glad. What the tide has broughtNo man has asked, no man has sought: What other tides have had The deep sand hides away;The last bit of the wrecks they wrought Was burned up yesterday.
HEN the tide comes in,At once the shore and sea begin Together to be glad. What the tide has broughtNo man has asked, no man has sought: What other tides have had The deep sand hides away;The last bit of the wrecks they wrought Was burned up yesterday.
