ON THE SEASHORE
ON the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Te infnite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous．On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
Tey build their houses with sand，and they play with empty shells．With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly foat them on the vast deep.Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
Tey know not how to swim，they know not how to cast nets．Pearl-fshers dive for pearls，merchants sail in their ships，while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.Tey seek not for hidden treasures，they know not how to cast nets.
Te sea surges up with laughter，and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach．Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children，even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.Te sea plays with children，and pale gleams the smile of the seabeach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet．Tempest roams in the pathless sky，ships are wrecked in the trackless water，death is abroad and children play.On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.
