by Walter de la Mare
One, two, three,
And away go we!
Shingle, starfish,
Sand, and sea!
Wind on cheek,
Clear sun on skin;
The tumbling waves
Sweep out, sweep in.
A magic, broken
Music calls
In the water
As it falls;
Voices, a sigh,
A long-drawn hush,
As back - in myriad
Bubbles - gush
The green-grey ripples,
Flecked with snow -
A music solemn,
Sweet, and low.
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