Con moto ondeggiante The tide makes music At the foot of the beach; The waves sing together Rumble of breakers. Ships there are swaying, Into the distance, Thrum of the cordage, Slap of the sails. The tide makes music At the foot of the beach; Low notes of an organ 'Gainst the dull clang of bells. The tide's tense purple On the untrodden sand: Its throat is blue, Its hands are gold. The tide makes music: The tide all day Catches light from the clouds That float over the sky. Ocean, old serpent, Coils up and uncoils; With sinuous motion, With rustle of scales. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |