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06 November 2013

To a Sea Bird - 1868 Poetry

Sauntering hither on listless wings,
Careless vagabond of the sea,
Little thou heedest the surf that sings,
The bar that thunders, the shale that rings —
Give me to keep thy company.
 
Little thou hast, old friend, that's new,
Storms and wrecks are old things to thee;
Sick am I of these changes, too;
Little to care for, little to rue —
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
 
All of thy wanderings, far and near,
Bring thee at last to shore and me;
All of my journeyings end them here,
This our tether, must be our cheer —
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
 
Lazily rocking on ocean's breast,
Something in common, old friend, have we;
Thou on the shingle seek'st thy nest,
I to the waters look for rest —
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
October 22, 1868. McConnelsville Conservative 3(9): 2. From the Overland Monthly.