SONNET. 137 
sonnet addressed to one, by a friend, which 
was written upon the deck of a vessel one 
morning, upon the Ailantic, after a stormy 
night, and when the waves were rolliig as 
hugely as the sun was shining brightly, but 
in a latitude on this side the Tropic :-— 
TO THE SEA-BIRD. 
BY EDWARD AUGUSTUS KENDALI, ESQ. 
Pleased I beheld thee, rover of the deep, 
That brav’st the terrors of this raging werld ; 
And follow, still, with curious eye, thy sweep 
O’er emerald waves, with snowy heads y-curl’d ; 
Pleased I behold thee o’er the expanse ride, 
Now poised aloft, amid the lurid skies ; 
Descending, now, the watery valleys wide, 
Now rising slow, as slow the billows rise : 
Pleased I behold thee! and think blest it were, 
Like thee, the dark seas dauntless to explore : 
Like thee, to toil unwearied, and to dare ; 
Nor, with a coward’s haste, to seek the shore: 
Tempt, while I please, the fortune of the day, 
Then spread the wing, and toil, at will, away ! 
** While the sea-birds,” resumed tiie Admi- 
ral, ‘* prey upon fishes from above, there are 
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