Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Visit From The Sea

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Far from the loud sea beaches
   Where he goes fishing and crying,
Here in the inland garden
   Why is the sea-gull flying?

Here are no fish to dive for;
   Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
   Hie away home to sea!

Fresh is the river water
   And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull
   But for the rooks and thrushes.

Pity the bird that has wandered!
   Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
   Let him come here no more!

High on the sea-cliff ledges
   The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
   Why is the sea-gull flying?

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