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THE RISING TIDE by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL

First Line: AN IDLE MAN, I STROLL AT EVE
Last Line: AND STILL THE LESSENING LIGHT IS SWEET.
Subject(s): EVENING; SEASHORE; TIDES; WALKING; SUNSET; TWILIGHT; BEACH; COAST; SHORE;
AN idle man, I stroll at eve,
Where move the waters to and fro;
Full soon their added gains will leave
Small space for me to come and go.

Already in the clogging sand
I walk with dull, retarded feet;
Yet still is sweet the lessening strand,
And still the lessening light is sweet.



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