SEA-BIRD , forever wailing through the sky,
Sea-bird, forever searching, now let be.
Dash thy wild heart against the light, and die,
For sorrow on the sea.

Night-wind, that all the weeping years of time,
Sang a mad song of horror yet to be,
Now is the hour; let not that wild voice climb
The steep on steep of flaming prophecy.
Night-wind, let be.

Threaten no longer, with that drowning call,
The children, for their little moment stilled!
Now that the moon is turned to blood, and all,
All doom fulfilled.