The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The night comes yet again and everything is resting. Expect for the sea, which continues to make noises at all times. 
 This adds to the effect that life is continuing no matter what. 

The Tide Rises The Tide Falls