Above my head the swallows skim,
Now wheeling, hovering near,
Now dipping to the sea's wide brim
Skyward to disappear.
The plover's distant call upsweep
With the soft whistle of the peep,
I hear, and thro' the calm air shrill
The curlew of the sickle bill;
The kingbird and the woodpecker together thrill
Harsh notes by distance blent to music deep.
O sea, how dear a friend thou art!
For, lying here, the pain
That eats like poison thro' the heart
Seems almost joy again!
Like echoes from the days of yore
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