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!