The Fairies play on the beach at night
The fairies play on the beach at night,
I see them dance in the misty light;
They weave their garlands of seaweed strands,
With ploughs of silver as they plough the sands,
In dimpled furrows and tiny dells
For a fairy harvest of coloured shells.
I may not join them. I sit on the rocks
Combing my beautiful moon-gold locks,
spreading them out on the breast of the tide
In a dappled pathway shimmering wide,
Where all the fairies that ever there be
Might come a-dancing over to me.