These Wet Rocks Where The Tide Has Been, Barnacled White And Weeded Brown And Slimed Beneath To A Beautiful Green, These Wet Rocks Where The Tide Went Down Will Show Again When The Tide Is High Faint And Perilous, Far From Shore, No Place To Dream, But A Place To Die,-- The Bottom Of The Sea Once More. There Was A Child That Wandered Through A Giant'S Empty House All Day,-- House Full Of Wonderful Things And New, But No Fit Place For A Child To Play.