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WERE I THAT GULL.
Were I that gull, Oh ! with what pleasure
I'd northward cleave yon wintry sky; With what delight the leagues I'd measure
The weary leagues that 'twixt us lie ; Through sleet, through hail, by icebergs gladly
My keen grey way I'd gaily wing ; No blast could make my heart beat sadly;
Still Hearing you, it could but sing.
The wintry sun is coldly gleaming
Along the wan seas' weary wastes ; It leads me on, still on, in seeming;
North, ever north, my fancy hastes ; Winged by my heart, through day, through night, love,
My thoughts speed on, with flight st;ll true, True as my heart, until they light, love,
Upon your deck and home with you.