Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull

Bird that dwellest in the spray,

Far from mountain woods away,

Sporting,--blending with the sea,

Like the moonbeam--gleamily.

Wilt thou leave thy sparkling chamber

Round my lady's tower to clamber?

Thou shalt fairer charms behold

Than Taliesin's tongue has told,

Than Merddin sang, or loved, or knew--

Lily nursed on ocean's dew--

Say (recluse of yon wild sea),

"She is all in all to me."