When next you hear, a seagull cry, <br />Pause awhile, and ponder, <br />Look upwards, to a clear blue sky, <br />Then scan calm sea, out yonder. <br />Can it be true, that old wives' tale, <br />'Tis anguished cry, of poor dead soul, <br />That drowned; and now doth rail <br />And curse cruel sea, it's anger shows, <br />We island race, still say, who knows?<br /><br />Francis W.T. Cooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-7/
