A FLECK of foam on the shining sand,
⁠Left by the ebbing sea,
But richer than man may understand
⁠In magic and mystery—
Transient bubbles rainbow-bright,
⁠Myriad-hued and strange,
Tremble and throb in the noonday light,
⁠Flower and flush and change.

A million tides have come and gone,
⁠Great gales of autumn and spring,
A million summoning moons have shone
⁠To bring to birth this thing—
A foam-fleck left on the ribbed wet sand
⁠By the wave of an outgoing sea,
With all the colour of Faeryland,
⁠Wonder and mystery.