Here you will find the Poem At The Tide's Will of poet Roderic Quinn
WHEN the tide came surging in To the beach it bore Drift-wood and brown weeds ? These ? and nothing more! As the stranded weeds and wood Borne by the sea, Tossed at the wind's will, Even so are we! When the tide went out again From the beach, it bore Drift-wood and brown weeds ? These ? and nothing more! Little peace is ours indeed, Little rest we know ? Weeds at the Tide's will Tossed to and fro!
