by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Low tide
Language: English
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown, And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went down Will show again when the tide is high, Faint and perilous, far from shore, No place to dream, but a place to die, The bottom of the sea once more. There was a child that wandered through A giant's empty house all day. House full of wonderful things and new -- But no fit place for a child to play.
Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Lynn Steele (1951 - 2002), "Low tide" [mezzo-soprano and piano], from Seven Songs of Edna St. Vincent Millay, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Lynn Steele
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 87