The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

Do you ever have those random sparks of nostalgia?

I just had one.

All of a sudden I'm back in Lauro again, reading this poem.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns but nevermore

Returns the traveler to the shore.

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

This poem is one of the very few things that have stayed with me throughout the years... (who cares about intransitive verbs and subject pronouns?) Whenever I read it, I can't help but to stifle a shiver... it yanks at my heartstrings.

I don't know. I just thought I'd share it with you.

PS) Heartstrings is a cool word.

PPS) Haha nothing too deep today... :P