| I LAID me down upon the shore | |
| And dreamed a little space; | |
| I heard the great waves break and roar; | |
| The sun was on my face. | |
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| My idle hands and fingers brown | 5 |
| Played with the pebbles grey; | |
| The waves came up, the waves went down, | |
| Most thundering and gay. | |
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| The pebbles, they were smooth and round | |
| And warm upon my hands, | 10 |
| Like little people I had found | |
| Sitting among the sands. | |
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| The grains of sand so shining-small | |
| Soft through my fingers ran; | |
| The sun shone down upon it all, | 15 |
| And so my dream began: | |
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| How all of this had been before; | |
| How ages far away | |
| I lay on some forgotten shore | |
| As here I lie to-day. | 20 |
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| The waves came shining up the sands, | |
| As here to-day they shine; | |
| And in my pre-pelasgian hands | |
| The sand was warm and fine. | |
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| I have forgotten whence I came, | 25 |
| Or what my home might be, | |
| Or by what strange and savage name | |
| I called that thundering sea. | |
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| I only know the sun shone down | |
| As still it shines to-day, | 30 |
| And in my fingers long and brown | |
| The little pebbles lay. | |
