A Visit from the Sea

Far from the loud sea beachesWhere he goes fishing and crying,Here in the inland gardenWhy is the sea-gull flying?

Here are no fish to dive for;Here is the corn and lea;Here are the green trees rustling.Hie away home to sea!

Fresh is the river waterAnd quiet among the rushes;This is no home for the sea-gullBut for the rooks and thrushes.

Pity the bird that has wandered!Pity the sailor ashore!Hurry him home to the ocean,Let him come here no more!

High on the sea-cliff ledgesThe white gulls are trooping and crying,Here among rooks and roses,Why is the sea-gull flying?