The western tide crept up along the sand, And oer and oer the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she. Charles KingsleyThe Sands o Dee. St. 2.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; * * * * * * The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. LongfellowThe Tide Rises, the Tide Falls.
Tide flowing is feared, for many a thing, Great danger to such as be sick, it doth bring; Sea ebb, by long ebbing, some respite doth give, And sendeth good comfort, to such as shall live. TusserFive Hundred Points of Good Husbandrie. Ch. XIV. St. 5.