90 THE SEA-GULL. 
Oh the white sea-gull, the bold sea-gull, 
A joyful bird is he, 
Sitting, like a king, in calm repose 
On the breast of the heaving sea! 
The waves leap up, the wild wind blows, 
And the gulls together crowd, 
And wheel about, and madly scream 
To the sea that is roaring loud ;— 
And let the sea roar ever so loud, 
And the winds pipe ever so high, 
With a wilder joy the bold sea-gull 
Sendeth forth a wilder cry,— 
For the sea-gull he is a daring bird, 
And he loves with the storm to sail; 
T'o ride in the strength of the billowy sea ; 
And to breast the driving gale! 
The little boat she is tossed about, 
Like a sea-weed to and fro; 
The tall ship reels like a drunken man, 
As the gusty tempests blow. 
But the sea-gull laughs at the pride of man, 
And sails in a wild delight 
On the torn-up breast of the night-black sea, 
Like a foam-cloud, calm and white. 
