Boy and Gull

The gull flies white

And measures with his flight

The carven golden hills that rise

Between the city and the sea. So flies

The will of this small meditative child,

Intrepid, wandering and wild,

At home on wind or water, or on none,

Climbing blue air to veer about the sun,

Gazing on sea and land with fierce cold eyes,

And dropping down with harsh triumphant cries.