And we built a kingdom out of sand and lime
And patted down the turrets, crisp in autumn light
We smoothed our princess-tower out with flimsy shells
And sculpted stone-steps for her summer-knight.
The birds would hang today over our palace
While seagulls sway with jutting necks above the shore
And in our laps the pixie-elves have come to clamber -
Our songs are lost behind wind’s tattered roar.
A realm we’ll craft for you this morning
Your fever-eyes will watch the flags crane to the lee
And oh! The petals of your shrunken glory –
We’ll scatter them across the swollen sea.