@2O@1 THE God of the gulls goes straight and swift, Whatever winds may be: Straight he goes, and swift he goes, Over the secret sea. For the God of the gulls has a restless heart That will not let him be: By day and by night it urges him With the urge of eternity. Yet the tireless God of the tireless gulls Forgetteth not his own: Out of his bosom booms a cry,— Wave-echoed, tempest-blown; And the birds beat down to the sheltering shrouds, Or gather upon the hull; Safely they sail on the breast of the giant,— The strong or the young sea-gull. But the storm dies down, and the clouds dissolve, And out on the sunlit sea Wheel and circle the white-feathered folk, Playing right merrily. Then their God laughs kindly, and tosses food To the eager-whirling things;— A rapturous dive of the sea-children With the sun on their glistening wings! O the God of the gulls goes straight and swift, Whatever winds may be: Straight he goes, and swift he goes, Over the secret sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON |