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 footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the Longfellow I grew up reading, the storyteller, the weaver of magic beautiful realms laced with danger and mystery!