I <br /> <br />Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east, <br />Light is abroad on the sea, <br />All of the heaven with silver is fleeced, <br />Holding the sunrise in fee. <br />Lo! with a flash and uplifting of wings <br />Down where the long ripples break, <br />Cometh a bevy of glad-hearted things, <br />'Tis morn, for the gulls are awake. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Slumberous calm on the ocean and shore <br />Comes with the turn of the tide; <br />Never a strong-sweeping pinion may soar, <br />Where the tame fishing-boats ride! <br />Far and beyond in blue deserts of sea <br />Where the wild winds are at play, <br />There may the spirits of sea-birds be free <br />'Tis noon, for the gulls are away. <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Over the rim of the sunset is blown <br />Sea-dusk of purple and gold, <br />Speed now the wanderers back to their own, <br />Wings the most tireless must fold. <br />Homeward together at twilight they flock, <br />Sated with joys of the deep <br />Drowsily huddled on headland and rock <br />'Tis night, for the gulls are asleep.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gulls/
