When the sun was round and low
Resting on the sea-bed
Too smooth and steady was the flow
Of the waves sparkling red.
And the velvety clouds were being flown
By the strong and silent breeze
That rocked to grassy lawn
And tossed the heads of trees….
I was in my pleasant mood
When suddenly my feet still stood
As I saw a child build
A castle of sand!
Then soon the little castle builder
Was ready to end his art
And I was spell bound seeing the architecture
Which with envy filled my heart.
But as he build the castle roof
A steady wave flew like a robin.
And on its return, auf!
The castle was completely ruined.
Oh! The act brought tears to my eye,
But a grin on the face of the boy!
Now when I think of that inner cry
I feel myself far off from that
Lost childish joy!
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