Low-Tide
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, from shore,
No place to dream, but a place die,—
The bottom of the sea once more.
was a child that wandered through
A giant’s empty all day,—
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.