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Line Literal “Translation”
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.
Tone
The ocean tides ascend Serene calm
and then recede, the sky
dims and the seagulls
screech.
Walking on the dark
shaded moist grains of
rocks on the beach
The wanderer makes his Anxious, urgent
way quickly to the
village.
The ocean tides ascend
and then recede
Night encloses on the Grim, somber
tops and the sides of the
buildings
The waves, with their Touchy
white foam tips
Erase the impressions of
feet on the shore. The Rueful
ocean tides ascend and
then recede
The sun rises, the horses
in their enclosures, stomp Sustaining, enduring
and bray, at the same
time the farmer yells
The sun rises, the
wanderer will never go
back to the coast, The Somber, melancholy
ocean tides ascend and
then recede
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