Pre-Existence
Barry Cornwall
1787 to 1874
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As here I lie today.
Like little people I had found
And dreamed a little space;
Must thundering and gay.
The pebbles, they were smooth and round
The waves came shining up the sands,
I lay on some forgotten shore
Played with the pebbles grey;
And so my dream began:
The little pebbles lay.
The waves came up, the waves went down,
How all of this had been before:
The sand was warm and fine.
I laid me down upon the shore
Sitting among the sands.
Or by what strange and savage name
Soft through my fingers ran;
As still it shines today,
As here today they shine;
My idle hands and fingers brown
I only know the sun shone down
And in my fingers long and brown
Or what my home might be,
The grains of sand so shining-small
The sun was on my face.
How ages far away
And warm upon my hands,
And in my pre-Pelasgian hands
The sun shone down upon it all,
I called that thundering sea.
I heard the great waves break and roar;
I have forgotten whence I came,