One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany
