Poets Walk: "the carven beach"

Poets Walk: "the carven beach"

Location on Poets Walk Map: 23

The Tide by Elizabeth Hollister Frost

We lay all night upon the carven beach;

        --As long as trivial sight and breath endures

I’ll see three profiles just beyond my reach,

        Etched cold on time: The cliff’s, the moon’s and yours.—

When you were still in touch of my warm kiss,

        We knew us part of earth, locked side by side;

But now, drawn out to sea where no kiss is,

        We know we are the tide, we are the tide