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SEAGULL

No, in a moment more
    Down the steep air
You shoot and whirl and soar,
    Effortless there.

Facing the wind you go,
    Splendid and free,
Dark on the sky you show,
    White on the sea.

Now to the waves you swoop,
    Snatch at your prey—
Smoothly you pause and stoop,
    And are away,

While the sea's rage is spent
    Leaping at you,
Who make high merriment
    Up in the blue.

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