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             | 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.
 
 |               | Teresa Hooley (1888-1973) |  |