Gulls in an aery morrice Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking, Dreams under skies of dream.
Gulls in an aery morrice Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller The rose of the morning blows.
Gulls, in an aery morrice Frolicking, float and fade . . .
O, the way of a bird in the sunshine, The way of a man with a maid!
