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THE Sea! as smooth as silk, / And the froth of it like new milk, / And the sky a wonderful blue, / The cliff harebells have it too, / And scatter'd all over the shore / A thousand Children or more!
Suppose we join, one-will'd, / A City of Sand to build, / With a rampart broad and strong / From rock to rock along, / Solid and firm enough / To last till the sea grows rough / And the days turn chilly and short, / The end of our seaside sport, / When all must bundle and pack / And swift in the train go back, / Big folk and little folk, / To London lamps and smoke?
Let's draw out our plan to-night, / Begin it with morning light.
We'll bring all the Children together / And build in the sweet sunny weather.
What use in a House of Sand?
But a City -- that _would_ be grand!
O yes, I am sure it will stand!
And I, who first thought of the thing, / Perhaps they will make me King?