The seagulls flew above the ground,
In dancing flight they spun,
Above the emerald grass were proud
Like messengers of spring begun.
Their cries are full of triumph's sound
And glad, and bold in them they show:
They’re not the visitors around,
But settlers here below.
And these swift-winged birds will wheel
Above the house once more.
Till step outside, where I can feel
Their greeting, as of yore...
All over velvet fields that spread,
Small flocks are flying by.
With ocean’s breath upon their tread,
The seagulls kiss the sky.
The seagulls
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