To A Solitary Sea-Gull

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Title:     To A Solitary Sea-Gull
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

Lone white gull with sickle wings,
You reap for the heart inscrutable things:
Sorrow of mists and surf of the shore,
Winds that sigh of the nevermore;
Fret of foam and flurry of rain,
Swept far over the troubled tide;
Maths of mystery and grey pain
The sea's voice ever yields, beside.
Lone white gull, you reap for the heart
Life's most sad and inscrutable part.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: To A Solitary Sea-Gull

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