They came by sea.

Innumerable like the surfs they came,

Dressed in sea-green robes

And cloaks of frothy white lace.

They came and went, and yet more came,

By night they came

On their fateful journey nowhere,

Weaving eternal patterns on the golden sand.

By land they came, the living dead,

To tidal threshold of new life.

I heard mysterious voices

Beyond my mother's heaving breath,

Beyond the wind's gentle tread

On the depth of night.

Until at cockcrow, Nature sang,

And Dawn beckoned me enchantingly

With dew bejewelled hands.