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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VI. Animate Nature

Lines to the Stormy Petrel

Anonymous

THE LARK sings for joy in her own loved land,

In the furrowed field, by the breezes fanned;

And so revel we

In the furrowed sea,

As joyous and glad as the lark can be.

On the placid breast of the inland lake

The wild duck delights her pastime to take;

But the petrel braves

The wild ocean waves,

His wing in the foaming billow he laves.

The halcyon loves in the noontide beam

To follow his sport on the tranquil stream:

He fishes at ease

In the summer breeze,

But we go angling in stormiest seas.

No song-note have we but a piping cry,

That blends with the storm when the wind is high.

When the land-birds wail

We sport in the gale,

And merrily over the ocean we sail.