Robert Louis Stevenson

              A Visit from the Sea

                   from Underwoods

                   Far from the loud sea beaches
                     Where he goes fishing and crying,
                   Here in the inland garden
                     Why is the sea-gull flying?
                   Here are no fish to dive for;
                     Here is the corn and lea;
                   Here are the green trees rustling.
                     Hie away home to sea!
                   Fresh is the river water
                     And quiet among the rushes;
                   This is no home for the sea-gull
                     But for the rooks and thrushes.
                   Pity the bird that has wandered!
                     Pity the sailor ashore!
                   Hurry him home to the ocean,
                     Let him come here no more!
                   High on the sea-cliff ledges
                     The white gulls are trooping and crying,
                   Here among the rooks and roses,
                     Why is the sea-gull flying?


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