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 I struggled, but Oh! I could not rise: Shouted—but I was dumb!.... Look! Look! on yonder crystal column Hither again they come! Toss, and twinkle, and sprinkle and spray Of little white hands in the air, Glimmer of lily-white limbs, and glamour Of glistening, glittering hair, Lifted, lifted....down (O Terror!) Dash’d in the curdled surge.... Out! on the sand again, safe, with laughter, See, thank God! they emerge.

And who are these upon the shore Dimpling and dancing? Where were these bestow’d before? Other Little-Ones, more and more, On the sudden-shining shore Glinting and glancing. And what has lighted so the light? What has wash’d the air? What has coax’d or chased away That unguess’d veil between the sun And this rejoicing day? How all laughs, everywhere! Has Earth been going in disguise, Or am I given new eyes? Never, never was blue so true, Never was grass so green; Never such gold on the water roll’d, Or lacquer’d the sand and with sheen! Only the great Sea, jewel-hued, No way needed to be renew’d;