  Sea gulls I saw lifting the dawn with rosy feet, Bearing the sunlight on their wings, Dripping the dusk from burnished plumes; And I thought It would be joy to be a sea gull At dusk, at dawn of day, And through long sunlit hours. Sea gulls I saw carrying the night upon their backs, Wide tail spread crescent for the moon and stars— The moon a glowing jelly fish, The stars foam flecks of light; And I thought It would be joy to be a sea gull! How I would dart with them, Strike storm with coral spur, Rip whirling spray of angry tides, Snatch mangled, light-shot offal of the sea,— Torn, tossed and moving terribly; And stare for stare answer those myriad eyes That float and sway, stab, sting and die away! How I would peer from wide cold eyes of fire At dusk, at dawn And through the long daylight Into those coiling depths of sea; Then split the sun, the moon, the stars, With laughter, laughter, laughter, For the sea’s mad power! |
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