Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Low-Tide - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:34:00 AM)

    Love the comparison the poet uses in this great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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