To a Sea-Bird
Sauntering hither on listless wings, Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that sings, The bar that thunders, the shale that rings, Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, old friend, thats new; Storms and wrecks are old things to thee; Sick am I of these changes, too; Little to care for, little to rue, I on the shore, and thou on the sea. All of thy wanderings, far and near, Bring thee at last to shore and me; All of my journeyings end them here: This our tether must be our cheer, I on the shore, and thou on the sea. Lazily rocking on oceans breast, Something in common, old friend, have we: Thou on the shingle seekst thy nest, I to the waters look for rest, I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
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"Sauntering hither on listless wings,..."
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