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IV. MISCELLANEOUSTO A SEA-BIRD(SANTA CRUZ, 1869)
Sauntering hither on listless wings,
Careless vagabond of the sea,
Little thou heedest the surf that sings,
The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,--
Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, old friend, that`s new;
Storms and wrecks are old things to thee;
Sick am I of these changes, too;
Little to care for, little to rue,--
I on the shore, and thou on the sea. All of thy wanderings, far and near,
Bring thee at last to shore and me;
All of my journeyings end them here:
This our tether must be our cheer,--
I on the shore, and thou on the sea. Lazily rocking on ocean`s breast,
Something in common, old friend, have we:
Thou on the shingle seek`st thy nest,
I to the waters look for rest,--
I on the shore, and thou on the sea
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