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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FALL TIDES, by FRANCES B. HUSTON
First Line: Air, like ocean, has its tides
Last Line: Of throbbing sea and onward rushing tide.
Subject(s): Tides
First Line: Air, like ocean, has its tides
Last Line: Of throbbing sea and onward rushing tide.
Subject(s): Tides
Air, like ocean, has its tides.
After the long ebb-tide of summer,
The first fall wind
Sweeps past the land with tidal surge --
Curling the bracken
Into crisp wavelets running up the slopes,
Bending the willows
Until they stream like seaweed down the tide,
Sweeping the birds
In bright eccentric schools
Athwart the brilliant breakers of the sky,
And rousing the summer-sleepy pines
Stranded upon the furrowed inland hills
To resonant chant
Of throbbing sea and onward rushing tide.
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