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SEAGULL

Then to her calming breast
    That pulses still
You will come down to rest
    At your wild will.

O for the shining word
    Swift as the light,
Showing you, gladdest bird,
    Angel of flight!



THE TEMPLE PRESS, PRINTERS, LETCHWORTH