The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And “Bones, bones, bones, bones!”
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.
And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet side over the cliffs,
And howls and hollos long and loud.
But one quiet day in May or June,
When even the grass on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.
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