Hidden in a pit of sand—
Five small houses built of stone;
Two by two and one alone,
Hidden in a pit of sand.
Wind and sea never still—
Wind that beats on empty hill,
Beats upon old tumbled rocks;
Sea on empty shore that knocks,
Knocks, knocks, never still—
Wind and sea never still.
Two by two and one alone—
Five small houses built of stone.
Lingering in this curious land,
Here the bodies of men can find
Shelter from the sea and wind—
Hidden in a pit of sand,
Shelter bodies of men can find;
And for souls a flower or two—
For the souls that linger here
Lest they die of stony fear,
For their souls a flower or two
Growing in the sand.