Always across the sea-scape of my mind, Wheeling the white gulls came, like blown desire, Sleeping I saw them, waking I could find Back of all thought this one thought, lifted higher, Poised like a bird, a star: the thought of these Fanning the trackless heavens with slow wings, Blowing in drifts of sudden light to tease The shadowed edge of dark rememberings. We came, and, strangely, no gull marked the sky; And then one day to the accustomed sea An incident to others, but to me Shattered illusion and a twisted cry Beating the dark with anguish for the spot Where gulls should be -- and suddenly were not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |