Ho, ruddy-cheeked boys and curly maids, Who deftly ply your pails and spades, All you who sturdily take your stand On your pebble-buttressed forts of sand, And thence defy With a fearless eye And a burst of rollicking high-pitched laughter The stealthy trickling waves that lap you And the crested breakers that tumble after To souse and batter you, sting and sap you-- All you roll-about rackety little folk, Down-again, up-again, not-a-bit brittle folk, Attend, attend, And let each girl and boy Join in a loud "Ahoy!" For, lo, he comes, your tricksy little friend, From the clear caverns of his crystal home Beyond the tossing ridges of the foam: Planner of sandy romps and wet delights, Robin the Sea-boy, prince of ocean-sprites, Is come, is come to lead you in your play And fill your hearts with mirth and jocund sport to-day! What! Can't you see him? There he stands On a sheer rock and lifts his hands, A little lad not three feet high, With dancing mischief in his eye. His body gleams against the light, A clear-cut shape of dazzling white Set off and topped by golden hair That streams and tosses in the air. A moment poised, he dares the leap And cuts the wind and cleaves the deep. Down through the emerald vaults self-hurled That roof the sea-god's awful world. Another moment sees him rise And beat the salt spray from his eyes. He breasts the waves, he spurns their blows; Then, like a rocket, up he goes, Up, up to where the gusty wind With all its wrath is left behind; Still up he soars and high and high A speck of light that dots the sky. Then watch him as he slowly droops Where the great sea-birds wheel their troops. Three broad-winged gulls, himself their lord, He hitches to a silken cord, Bits them and bridles them with skill And bids them draw him where he will. Above the tumult of the shores He floats, he stoops, he darts, he soars; From near and far he calls the rest And waves them forward for a quest; Then straight, without a check, he speeds Across the azure tracts and leads With apt reproof and cheering words As on a chase his cry of birds.