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When the tide goes out, how the foam-flakes dance / Through the wiry sedge-grass near the shore; / How the ripples spark in the sunbeam's glance, / As they madly tumble the pebbles o'er! / The barnacled rocks emerging seem, / As their beards of seaweed are tossed about, / Like giants who wake from a troubled dream / And laugh for joy when the tide goes out.
When the tide goes out, how the shining sands, / Like silver, glisten, and gleam, and glow; / How the sea-gulls whirl, in their joyous bands, / O'er the shoals where the breakers come and go! / The coal-black driftwood, gleaming wet, / Relic of by-gone vessel stout, / With its clinging shells, seems a bar of jet, / Studded with pearls, when the tide goes out.