I laid me down upon a shore

And dreamed a little space; 

I had the great weaves break and roar; 

The sun was on my side

My lazy hands and fingers brown 

Played with the pebbles grey; 

The waves came  up, the waves came down, 

Most thundering and gay.

The pebbles; they were smooth and round, 

And warm upon my hand 

Like little people I had found

Sitting among the sand.

The grains of sand so shinning small, 

Soft through my fingers ran; 

The sun shone down upon it all, 

And so my dream began

How all of these have been before;

How ages far away 

I lay on some forgotten shore,

As I lie today.

I have forgotten whence I came, 

Or what my home might be, 

Or by what strange and savage name

I called that thundering sea.

I only know this sea I mean the sun shone down 

As it still shine today.

And in my fingers long and brown,

The little pebbles lay.