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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 nearing you, it could but sing.
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 nearing 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 still true,
True as my heart, until they light, love,
Upon your deck and home with you.
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 still true,
True as my heart, until they light, love,
Upon your deck and home with you.
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