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As if it sought the heart of Life thereunder, And meant to put an end to it utterly;-- Then came thunder-- Wildly applauding thunder. Riven with fear the foam-crests ran before it, Hissed by the rain and beaten down to darkness. A gull rose out of the murk with wings that tore it-- Life's answer to the storm's terrible starkness. AS THE TIDE COMES IN The quivering terns dart wild and dive, As the tide comes tumbling in. The calm rock-pools grow all alive, With the tide tumbling in. The crab who under the brown weed creeps, And the snail who lies in his house and sleeps, Awake and stir, as the plunging sweeps Of the tide come tumbling in. Gray driftwood swishes along the sand, As the tide comes tumbling in. With wreck and wrack from many a land, On the tide, tumbling in. About the beach are a broken spar, A pale anemone's torn sea-star And scattered scum of the waves' old war, As the tide tumbles in. And, oh, there is a stir at the heart of me, As the tide comes tumbling in. All life once more is a part of me, As the tide tumbles in. New hopes awaken beneath despair And thoughts slip free of the sloth of care, While beauty and love are everywhere-- As the tide comes tumbling in. SENSE-SWEETNESS Flowers are dancing, waves playing, pines swaying, gulls are a-swarm; Sea and heather, sunning together, glad of the weather, with God are warm. Flowers are dancing, clouds winging, larks singing, summer abrew-- Summer the old ecstatic passion of Life to fashion the world anew. TIDALS Low along the sea, low along the sea, The gray gulls are flying, and one sail swings; The tide is foaming in; the soft wind sighing; The brown kelp is stretching, to the surf, harp-strings. Low along the sea, low along the sea, The gray gulls are flying, and one sail fades; The tide is foaming out; the soft wind dying; And white stars are peeping from the night's pale shades. A SAILOR'S WIFE Into port when the sun was setting Rode the ship that bore my love, Over the breakers wildly fretting, Under the skies above. Down to the beach I ran to meet him; He would come as he had said: And he came--in a sailor's coffin, Dead! . . . . . .
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