Nature
XI
From The Song of the Sword, and Other Verses
Nature
Gulls in an aery morrice
Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.
Gulls in an aery morrice
Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.
Gulls in an aery morrice
Frolicking float and fade . . .
O the way of a bird in the sunshine,
The way of a man with a maid!
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MLA
Henley, William Ernest. “XI.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/henley/156/.
Chicago
Henley, William Ernest. “XI.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/henley/156/.
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