THE SEA-GULL.
Over the ships that are anchored,
Over the fleets that part,
Over the cities dark by the shore,
High as a dream thou art!
Beautiful is thy coming,
Light is thy wing as it goes;
And O but to leap and follow this hour
Thy perfect flight to the close,
O but to leap and follow
Where freedom and rest may be;
Where the soul that I loved in surpassing love
Hath vanished away, with thee!