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