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Word of a little one born in the West, -- / How like a sea-bird it comes from the sea, / Out of the league-weary waters' unrest / Blown with white wings, for a token, to me!
Blown with a skriel and a flurry of plumes / (Sea-spray and flight-rapture whirled in a gleam! ) / Here for a sign of the comrade that looms / Large in the mist of my love as I dream.