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First Line: The birds are gathering over the dunes
Last Line: Why did you bring me down to the sea?
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Subject(s): Sea; Tides; Ocean


The birds are gathering over the dunes,
Swerving and wheeling in shifting flight,
A thousand wings sweep darkly by
Over the dunes and out of sight.

Why did you bring me down to the sea
With the gathering birds and the fish-hawk flying,
The tide is low and the wind is hard,
Nothing is left but the old year dying.

I wish I were one of the gathering birds,
Two sharp black wings would be good for me --
When nothing is left but the old year dying,
Why did you bring me down to the sea?





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