• 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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