Turn o’ the Tide + 

The tide flows in to the harbour⁠— + 

The bold tide, the gold tide, the flood o’ the sunlit sea⁠— + 

And the little ships riding at anchor, + 

Are swinging and slanting their prows to the ocean, panting + 

To lift their wings to the wide wild air, + 

And venture a voyage they know not where⁠— + 

To fly away and be free! + 

The tide runs out of the harbour⁠— + 

The low tide, the slow tide, the ebb o’ the moonlit bay⁠— + 

And the little ships rocking at anchor, + 

Are rounding and turning their bows to the landward, yearning + 

To breathe the breath of the sun-warmed strand, + 

To rest in the lee of the high hill land⁠— + 

To hold their haven and stay! + 

My heart goes round with the vessels⁠— + 

My wild heart, my child heart, in love with the sea and the land⁠— + 

And the turn o’ the tide passes through it, + 

In rising and falling with mystical currents, calling + 

At morn, to range where the far waves foam, + 

At night, to a harbour in love’s true home, + 

With the hearts that understand! + 