Author Edwin John Pratt Great Tides! You filled the reaches up Under the North's wild blow;Yet could not spare this smaller cup Its salter overflow.Huge hands! You rear our bulwarks up With power to none akin;Yet cannot lift a door-latch up That a lad may enter in. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments