Angel Island

When the sun sank down into the western deep,
And the stars came out in the sky,
A little child sat on the sand so steep,
And watched the waves rolling by.
He watched them run up the beach so white,
And then run back to the sea,
And he thought, “It’s a wonderful, wonderful sight,
And it’s wonderful, wonderful me!”
For he was a child of the sea, you see,
And the sea was a child of him,
And he sang a song of the sea,
And the sea sang a song for him.

About Edward Lear

English artist and poet, master of literary nonsense. Creator of the limerick form and beloved poems like "The Owl and the Pussycat."

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