Brown boy running on a wide wet beach,

Free as the water and the wind are free;

Eyes of an odalisque and skin of a peach,

O for such a playmate to play with me! -

Drenched with the sunshine of the long brave hours,

How we would tumble in the white wild spray;

Then, drowsy children, fall asleep like the flowers,

And wake keen and merry to a new clean day.