The Borough

With ceaseless motion comes and goes the tide,
Flowing, it fills the channel vast and wide;
Then back to sea, with strong majestic sweep
It rolls, in ebb yet terrible and deep.

The ecological banding of vegetation
Here Samphier-banks and Saltwater bound the flood,
There stakes and sea-weeds withering on the mud;
And higher up, a ridge of all things base,
Which some strong tide has roll'd upon the place.

They shout once more, and then they turn aside,
To see how quickly flow'd the coming tide;
Between each cry they find the waters steal
On their strange prison, and new horrors feel;
Foot after foot on the concentrate ground
The hollows fall, and dreadful is the sound;
Less and yet less the sinking isle became,
And there was wailing, weeping, wrath and blame.

Thus by himself compell'd to live each day,
To wait for certain hours the tide's delay;
As the same times the same dull views to see,
The bounding marsh-bank and the blighted tree;
The water only, when the tides were high,
When low, the mud half-covered and half-dry;
Eternal father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
In own appointed limits keep:

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright guide fuild

But now I only heat
Its melaucholy long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down vast edges drer
ANd naked shingles of the world.

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What it’s like to be your borough’s top advocate. Millions of dollars in city funding is controlled by five borough presidents, who can allocate it to the projects of their choosing — like affordable housing complexes in the Bronx, a rehabilitation center on Staten Island or upgrades to a police precinct in Queens. While the role of a borough president can seem ceremonial at times, these are the only politicians whose sole purpose is to advocate for a whole borough.