GULLS
(By Eric M. Richards, 1C yean;) (•Reprinted from the Christchiu-ch Boys' High School Magazine) I hear the crying on the smooth white sandbank, Crying in the darkness, the warm dark night; And ah! how my heart seem:* to echo their calling, . following after their unceasing flight. . x . . ... Out on the breast of the starlit river There where by daylight the trim yachts fly, . Little lost ghosts in the gloom awailing, They cry their sorrows to the still, dark sky. ~,.-,. White in the moonlight, dim in the darkness. , , Voices a-crying in the empty night; And ah! how my heart seems to echo their calling Following after their unceasing flight
I've sat so long, I've sat so still, I'm sure the flsh must all be ill: With a nice fat worm on the end of my line— Oh, why don't they come up her* to dine?
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Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21244, 16 August 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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145GULLS Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21244, 16 August 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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