Fragment 1: Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts,
Now floats upon the air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.
Monday, August 26, 2019
Fragment 1: Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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