Alien

Here in this inland garden
Unrumorous of surf,
Here where the willows warden
Only the sunny turf,

Here in the windy weather,
Here where the lake wind lulls,
Slowly on silver feather
Drift overhead the gulls.

O heart estranged of grieving
What is a sea-bird's wing?
What beauty past believing
Are you remembering?
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