O lonesome sea-gull, floating far
  Over the ocean’s icy waste,
Aimless and wide thy wanderings are,
  Forever vainly seeking rest:—
  Where is thy mate, and where thy nest?

’Twixt wintry sea and wintry sky,
  Cleaving the keen air with thy breast,
Thou sailest slowly, solemnly;
  No fetter on thy wing is pressed:—
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