A riddle came upon the shore,
Which many men read and found a bore,
And soon threw away as mere trifle and chore,

Until one day a little girl came,
Studying the riddle until it began to rain,
Washing the land of all dirt and blame,

She read it again as she prepared for bed,
Thinking, feeling, and sensing what was read,
And it all came to her in a hurry, but then soon fled.