1 He stood, a worn-out City clerk -- 2 Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday, 3 For forty years from dawn to dark -- 4 Alone beside Caermarthen Bay. 5 He felt the salt spray on his lips; 6 Heard children's voices on the sands; 7 Up the sun's path he saw the ships 8 Sail on and on to other lands; 9 And laugh'd aloud. Each sight and sound 10 To him was joy too deep for tears; 11 He sat him on the beach, and bound 12 A blue bandana round his ears 13 And thought how, posted near his door, 14 His own green door on Camden Hill, 15 Two bands at least, most likely more, 16 Were mingling at their own sweet will 17 Verdi with Vance. And at the thought 18 He laugh'd again, and softly drew 19 That Morning Herald that he'd bought 20 Forth from his breast, and read it through.