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,
And even though any trace of the traveler who once visited the shore is gone, the tide still rises and falls. 
 Even though no one remembers the person who died, life continues.
The Tide Rises The Tide Falls