Into the world you sent her, mother, <br />Fashioned her body of coral and foam, <br />Combed a wave in her hair's warm smother, <br />And drove her away from home <br /> <br />In the dark of the night she crept to the town <br />And under a doorway she laid her down, <br />The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown. <br /> <br />And never a sister and never a brother <br />To hear her call, to answer her cry. <br />Her face shone out from her hair's warm smother <br />Like a moonkin up in the sky. <br /> <br />She sold her corals; she sold her foam; <br />Her rainbow heart like a singing shell <br />Broke in her body: she crept back home. <br /> <br />Peace, go back to the world, my daughter, <br />Daughter, go back to the darkling land; <br />There is nothing here but sad sea water, <br />And a handful of sifting sand.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-child-2/
