Poems (Cromwell)/Song (I like to see the pebbles creep)

by Gladys Cromwell

For works with similar titles, see Song.

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I like to see the pebbles creep
Into the ocean's hand.
I like to see the water spread
Wide fingers on the sand,
And fumble for the emeralds
The foaming ripples hold,
Or grope among the seaweeds for
A clasp of coral cold.
I like to see the ocean stoop
And gather shining things:
Chrysolite or pearl or just
A tiny shell with wings.