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BY ANOTHER SEA, by George Sterling

The Western gull is whiter than a dove

Or the ungathered foam.

I close the eyelids, and again I roam

The meadowlands of forty years ago.

I see the osprey circling far above,

Come back to the old nest from Mexico,

And we are young once more, O boyhood love!

The spray of that last wave is on my face.

Time breaks. We hide again

Beneath the cedar from the April rain.

O Youth’s forgotten music, lost to me!

Ocean and sea wind echo now your grace;

But what one wave can tell us of the sea

Is more than all I learn of time and place.

Dear days, a little while our very own!

Dear mouth I never kissed!

The years between us gather like the mist.

It is enough to know you are no more.

It is enough to know I walk alone.

Still cries the ocean on that distant shore,

But farther than the osprey have you flown.