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.
More verses by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Sonnet Xvi. To Earl Stanhope
- To A Lady, With Falconer's 'shipwreck'
- Ode To Georgiana, Duchess Of Devonshire, On The Twenty-Fourth Stanza In Her 'Passage Over Mount Gothard.'
- Sonnet Xiv. Composed While Climbing The Left Ascent Of Brockley Coomb, In The County Of Somerset
- To The Reverend George Coleridge, Of Ottery St. Mary, Devon