The white gulls
C. Ives
The white gulls dip and wheel
Over waters gray like steel.
The white gulls call and cry
As they spread their wings and fly.
The white gulls sink to rest
On the tides slow heaving breast.
Souls of men that turn and wheel
Over waters cold as steel.
Souls of men that call and cry
As tehy know not where to fly.
Souls of men that sink to rest
On an all receiving breast.