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 No, in a moment more Down the steep air You shoot and whirl and soar, Effortless there.

Facing the wind you go, Splendid and free, Dark on the sky you show, White on the sea.

Now to the waves you swoop, Snatch at your prey— Smoothly you pause and stoop, And are away,

While the sea's rage is spent Leaping at you, Who make high merriment Up in the blue.