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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ebb-Tide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A sodden reach of wide and wind-swept lea,<br> A sky of shattered steel that palls the sight,<br> And one long shaft of sun that seems to write<br>Vast letters slowly on a slate of sea;<br> The dreary wail of gulls that skim the crest<br> Of sullen breakers sliding in to land,<br> A world grown empty, full of vague unrest,<br> And shadow-shapes that stride across the sand!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The gray beach widens. Foot by foot appear<br> Strange forms of wreckage creeping from the waves,<br> Like ghosts that steal in silence from their graves<br>To watch beside the death-bed of the year;<br> Poor shattered shapes of ships that once stood out<br> Full-freighted to the far horizon’s sweep<br> To music of the cheery sailor-shout<br> Of men who sought the wonders of the deep!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Poor shattered ships! Their gallant cruising o’er,<br> Their cargoes coral-crusted, leagues below,<br> They rise, unnamed, unnumbered, from the slow<br>Recession of the ebb along the shore.<br> The fickle tide, that bore them bravely then,<br> Betrays their shame and nakedness to be<br> Mute witness to the littleness of men<br> Who battle with the sovereignty of sea.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For me, as well, alone upon the dune,<br> There sinks a tide that strips the beaches bare,<br> And leaves but grim, unsightly wreckage where<br>The brooding skies make mockery of noon.<br> Ah, dear, that hopes, like tides, should ebb away,<br> Unmasking on the naked shore of love<br> Flotsam and jetsam of a happier day,<br> Dreams wrecked and all the emptiness thereof!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl&d=The+Garden+of+Years+and+Other+Poems">The Garden of Years and Other Poems</a></em></div>

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