Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud <br /> With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head <br /> Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging <br /> Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts, <br /> Now floats upon the air, and sends from far <br /> A wildly-wailing Note.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-ward-white-gleaming-thro-the-busy-scud-fragm/
