The sea-gulls whiten and dip, Crying their lonely cry, At noon in the blue of the bay; And I hear the slow oars drip, As the fisherman's boat drifts by, And the cuckoo calls from the hillside far away. The white birds cry for the foam, O white birds crying to me The cry of my heart evermore, By perilous seas to roam To a shore far over the sea, And I would that my ship went down within sight of the shore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE I LIFT MY CANDLE by ELLEN ANDERSON |