SEA-BIRDS.
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SEA-BIRDS.
LONESOME sea-gull, floating farOver the ocean's icy waste,
Aimless and wide thy wanderings are,
Forever vainly seeking rest;—
Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?
'Twixt wintry sea and wintry sky,
Cleaving the keen air with thy breast,
Thou sailest slowly, solemnly:
To fetter on thy wing is pressed;—
Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?
Cleaving the keen air with thy breast,
Thou sailest slowly, solemnly:
To fetter on thy wing is pressed;—
Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?
O restless, homeless human soul,
Following for aye thy nameless quest;
The gulls float, and the billows roll,—
Thou watchest still, and questionest;—
Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?
Following for aye thy nameless quest;
The gulls float, and the billows roll,—
Thou watchest still, and questionest;—
Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?
