’Tis then you blaze a road of fire
For frail and puny folk who fear the dark,
And sweep the dreams from blinded eyes,
That so the ships that chariot the deep
May learn of safety where the green bill preens her feathers, thin and light,
To breast the gale,
And wonders at the clumsy, strange device of man.
WHITE GULLS.
We are the butterflies of the sea,
White butterflies,