Sea Fairies by Eileen Mathias poem

They're hiding by the pebbles,

They're running round the rocks.

Each of them, and all of them

In dazzling sea-green frocks.

They're gathering strips of sea-weed,

The Ribands fair that lie

Along the winding water mark

The tide has left so high.

They're flying with the sand,

They're singing in the caves,

And dancing in the white foam

They toss from off the waves.

But if you try to catch them

They're always out of reach-

Not everywhere and anywhere,

But somewhere on the beach.