Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sea

Sea-ward, white gleaming thro’ the busy scud
  With arching Wings, the sea-mew o’er my head
  Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging
  Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts,
  Now floats upon the air, and sends from far
  A wildly-wailing Note.

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