Low-Tide
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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These wet rocks where the tide went down
These wet rocks where the tide has been,
House full of wonderful things and new,
Will show again when the tide is high
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day,—
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
But no fit place for a child to play.
The bottom of the sea once more.
No place to dream, but a place to die,—