Gulls in an Aëry Morrice

Gulls in an aëry morriceGleam and vanish and gleam . . .The full sea, sleepily basking,Dreams under skies of dream.

Gulls in an aëry morriceCircle and swoop and close . . .Fuller and ever fullerThe rose of the morning blows.

Gulls, in an aëry morriceFrolicking, float and fade . . .O, the way of a bird in the sunshine,The way of a man with a maid!