Bent forms on wide great flats are swiftly digging, Legs spread and supple muscles well in play; They strike, and with deft fingers snatch their harvest Wet and shining, from the mass of slaty clay. For the tide will turn -- the tide will turn alway. Work done, their motor-boats dash up the river, With wakes of flashing foam upon their way, The slate-blue masses shine in rough clam-baskets, Bronzed faces gleam, with song and laughter gay -- For the tide has turned, as the tide will turn alway! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOVE POEMS: 1 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FOURTH SQUIRE by THOMAS CAMPION ASPHODEL by WILLA SIBERT CATHER ON THE FRONTISPIECE OF ISAACSONS CHRONOLOGIE EXPLAINED (1) by RICHARD CRASHAW |