Explore "Second April: LOW-TIDE" by Edna St. Vincent Millay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.