Gulls in an aery morrice Gleam and vanish and gleam . . . The full sea, sleepily basking, Dreams under skies of dream. Gulls in an aery morrice Circle and swoop and close . . . Fuller and ever fuller The rose of the morning blows. Gulls, in an aery morrice Frolicking, float and fade . . . O, the way of a bird in the sunshine, The way of a man with a maid!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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