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 more on slant wings of the fisher gull, Flashing like blades across the blowing light, Do I coast up the morning in slow flight Peering for some rare silver in the sea; No more at glitter of the beautiful Drop wings and follow on the instant's lust To close with hope forever on the thrust, Or plunge at chance to seize what chance may be.

No more nor ever like the bright brave gull Will I go hawking in the windy world. I am turned robin and I wisely pull A worm occasional from garden sod, Thankful to dodge the dreadful acorns hurled In jest or malice by the garden god.