Sand Castles
Build me a castle of sandDown by the sea.Here on the edge of the strandBuild it for me.How shall a foeman invade,Where may he land,While we can raise with our spadeCastles of sand?Turrets upleap and aspire,Battlements riseSweeping the sea with their fire,Storming the skies.Pile that a monarch might own,Mightily plann’d!I can’t sit here on a throne,This is too grand.Build me a cottage of sandUp on the hill;Snug in a cleft it must standSunny and still.Plant it with ragwort and ling,Bramble and bine:Castles I’ll leave to the King,This shall be mine.Storm-clouds drive over the land,High flies the spray;Gone are our houses of sand,Vanished away!Look at the damage you’ve done,Sea-wave and rain!—“Nay, we but give you your funOver again.”
Build me a castle of sandDown by the sea.Here on the edge of the strandBuild it for me.How shall a foeman invade,Where may he land,While we can raise with our spadeCastles of sand?Turrets upleap and aspire,Battlements riseSweeping the sea with their fire,Storming the skies.Pile that a monarch might own,Mightily plann’d!I can’t sit here on a throne,This is too grand.Build me a cottage of sandUp on the hill;Snug in a cleft it must standSunny and still.Plant it with ragwort and ling,Bramble and bine:Castles I’ll leave to the King,This shall be mine.Storm-clouds drive over the land,High flies the spray;Gone are our houses of sand,Vanished away!Look at the damage you’ve done,Sea-wave and rain!—“Nay, we but give you your funOver again.”
Build me a castle of sandDown by the sea.Here on the edge of the strandBuild it for me.How shall a foeman invade,Where may he land,While we can raise with our spadeCastles of sand?
Build me a castle of sand
Down by the sea.
Here on the edge of the strand
Build it for me.
How shall a foeman invade,
Where may he land,
While we can raise with our spade
Castles of sand?
Turrets upleap and aspire,Battlements riseSweeping the sea with their fire,Storming the skies.Pile that a monarch might own,Mightily plann’d!I can’t sit here on a throne,This is too grand.
Turrets upleap and aspire,
Battlements rise
Sweeping the sea with their fire,
Storming the skies.
Pile that a monarch might own,
Mightily plann’d!
I can’t sit here on a throne,
This is too grand.
Build me a cottage of sandUp on the hill;Snug in a cleft it must standSunny and still.Plant it with ragwort and ling,Bramble and bine:Castles I’ll leave to the King,This shall be mine.
Build me a cottage of sand
Up on the hill;
Snug in a cleft it must stand
Sunny and still.
Plant it with ragwort and ling,
Bramble and bine:
Castles I’ll leave to the King,
This shall be mine.
Storm-clouds drive over the land,High flies the spray;Gone are our houses of sand,Vanished away!Look at the damage you’ve done,Sea-wave and rain!—“Nay, we but give you your funOver again.”
Storm-clouds drive over the land,
High flies the spray;
Gone are our houses of sand,
Vanished away!
Look at the damage you’ve done,
Sea-wave and rain!
—“Nay, we but give you your fun
Over again.”
W. Graham Robertson.