Far from the loud sea beaches Where he goes fishing and crying, Here in the inland garden Why is the sea-gull flying? Here are no fish to dive for; Here is the corn and lea; Here are the green trees rustling. Hie away home to sea! Fresh is the river water And quiet among the rushes; This is no home for the sea-gull But for the rooks and thrushes. Pity the bird that has wandered! Pity the sailor ashore! Hurry him home to the ocean, Let him come here no more! High on the sea-cliff ledges The white gulls are trooping and crying, Here among rooks and roses, Why is the sea-gull flying? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON KEEPING ENDLESS HOLIDAY by TITUS PETRONIUS NIGER THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |