Looking Seaward
Sea-ward, white-gleaming thro' the busy Scud
With arching Wings the Sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed; now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now yielding drifts,
Now floats upon the Air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.
With arching Wings the Sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed; now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now yielding drifts,
Now floats upon the Air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.
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