Georgia Wood Pangborn

SOME brighter thing than sunlight touched the sea

And out of dawn arose a wind of joy:

They woke and chirped—my girl, and then my boy—

Like birds that have not learned what fears there be.

“And now,” I thought, “there dawns a day to me:

One day, at least, defies moon-prophecies;

One day shall call the old world sorrows lies,

So let us now be happy utterly!”

Then we had playmates in the grains of sand—

I heard them, many-laughing, by the water;

The sweet air thrilled to speech without a tongue.

They met my boy and led him by the hand

To venturous depths; they showed my little daughter

How children built on sand when time was young.