These wet rocks where the tide has been, br Barnacled white and weeded brown br And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, br These wet rocks where the tide went down br Will show again when the tide is high br Faint and perilous, far from shore, br No place to dream, but a place to die,— br The bottom of the sea once more. br There was a child that wandered through br A giant's empty house all day,— br House full of wonderful things and new, br But no fit place for a child to play.br br Edna St.