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.