The sea gull hovered abreast
The sweet chill of the morning mist
Waiting for the child to be born
Who would paint the sky,
When the mist is gone.
The waves still sleepy, clasped the sands
While returning from the wet shore-lands
Murmuring in their dream about the moon
How she swayed in their swing-
And sailed away so soon!
The city, still asleep, drowned in the mist
Waiting for the sun to rise in the east
When the towers will glitter in light,
The roads will hum in spree
And the seagull will be out of sight!
