Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Frances Cornford . My idle hands and fingers brown Played with the pebbles grey ; The waves came up, the waves went down , Most thundering and gay . The pebbles they were smooth and round And warm upon my hands , Like little people I had found Sitting among the sands. The grains of sand so shining -small, Soft through my fingers ran ; The sun shone down upon it all, And so my dream began . How all of this had been before , How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to- day . The waves came shining up the sands , As here to- day they shine ; And in my pre - Pelasgian hands The sand was warm and fine . I have forgotten whence I came , Or what my home might be , Or by what strange and savage name I called that thundering sea .