Low-Tide

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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