The gulls are mad-in-love with the river, <br />And the river unveils her face and smiles. <br />In her sleep-brooding eyes they mirror their shining wings. <br />She lies on silver pillows: the sun leans over her. <br />He warms and warms her, he kisses and kisses her. <br />There are sparks in her hair and she stirs in laughter. <br />Be careful, my beautiful waking one! You will catch <br /> on fire. <br />Wheeling and flying with the foam of the sea on their <br /> breasts, <br />The ineffable mists of the sea clinging to their wild wings, <br />Crying the rapture of the boundless ocean, <br />The gulls are mad-in-love with the river. <br />Wake! we are the dream thoughts flying form your heart. <br />Wake! we are the songs of desire flowing from your <br /> bosom. <br />O, I think the sun will lend her his great wings <br />And the river will fly to the sea with the mad-in- <br /> love birds.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-awakening-river/
