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The sea mews, flapping slowly past with their feet hanging, cried them good luck; and the thyme clinging close as moss to the ground, sent them delicate greeting, "like dawn in Paradise."

And his body did swing, a horrible thing, At the sport of the wild sea mew!

The waves murmur, the sea mews scream, Old recollections possess me; Forgotten dreams, banished visions, Tormentingly sweet, uprise.

Ye screaming sea mews in the concert join!

On the little jetty at the Anchor Close my father sat on an upturned herring creel, smoking his pipe, and watching a flock of sea mews floating gracefully on the green water.