FRAGMENT: SEA-WARD,
WHITE GLEAMING THRO' THE BUSY SCUD
a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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SEA-WARD, white gleaming thro' the
busy scud
With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts,
Now floats upon the air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.
