How the tide rushes in

How the tide rushes in
and covers footprins in the sand
As my hopes erased and carried
out of my hands.
Yet though the ocean
with waves unending
Cover the Earth
Yet is there los after all.
For what e'er drifts from
one place.
Is with the tide to another brought
And there's naught los beyond recall
Wich cannot be found
If sought.