Fiery sea-gulls
Of fire sea-gulls
Crying
Crying
And from
Their mouths fire
Spouting.
Trirems, vessels Roman,
The seas crossing
Waters tossing
And I watch
From
The tower of my sadness
Of man desperation
Of child joy
Romantic setting!
And
In this
In all of this
Though it be yet dawn
Yet dawn
As in red dusk
Waning
Waning
I pine sad
And
I pine desperate
And now, yet,
Cold night falling
And
The day of life
Now closes
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