SEA-GULLS
Where the dark green hollows lift I Into crests of snow, Wheeling, flashing, floating by. White against the stormy sky, With exultant call and cry Swift the sea-gulls go. Fearless, vagabond and free Children of the spray. Spirits of old mariners Drifting down the restless years— Drake s and Hawkins' buccaneers, j So do seamen say. Fairer than the streets of gold Those wild fields of foam, Where the horses of the sea Stamp and whinny ceaselessly. Warding from all enemy Shores they once called home. So the sea-gulls call and cry 'Neath the cliffs to-day, Spirits of old mariners Drifting down the restless years— Drake’s and Hawkins’ buccaneers— So do seamen say. —Norah Holland.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXII, 31 December 1938, Page 12
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