Dedication
TO
Edward
John
Trelawny
A
sea-mew
on
a
sea-king's
wrist
alighting,
As
the
north
sea-wind
caught
and
strained
and
curled
The
raven-figured
flagThe Raven banner. See
that
led
men
fighting
From
field
to
green
field
of
the
water-world,
Might
find
such
brief
high
favour
at
his
hand
For
wings
imbrued
with
brine, with
foam
impearled,
As
these
my
songs
require
at
yours
on
land,
That
durst
not
save
for love's free
sake
require,
Being
lightly
born
between
the
foam
and
sand,
But
reared
by
hope
and
memory
and
desire
Of
lives
that
were
and
life
that
is
to
be,
Even
such
as
filled
his
heavenlier
song
with
fire
Whose
very
voice, that
sang
to
set
man
free,
Was
in
your
ears
as
ever
in
ours
his
lyre,
Once, ere
the
flame
received
him
from
the
sea.