Strolled I along a distant beach
Knew I the sun I could not reach
I could not fly, nor could I swim.
But walk I could, below the tide.
Like the shell the wandering crustacean saves
Would I too Iie, beneath the waves
`till that isle’s shore it softly kissed
in that magic sea, my boat would ride,
On that magic isle in a magic sea,
that magic isle, where dwelleth thee
a child with child, both maidens fair,
in volcanic earth, shared heaven’s air.
• See No. 5 here