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The Flood-Tide
| Anticipations | The Flood-Tide written by E. J. Pratt |
The Pine Tree |
He paused a moment by the sea,
Then stooped, and with a leisured hand
He wrote in casual tracery
Her name upon the flux of sand.
The waves beat up and swiftly spun
A silver web at every stride;
He watched their long thin fingers run
The letters back into the tide.
But she had written where the tide
Could never its gray waters fling,
She watched the longest wave subside
Ere it could touch the lettering.