How joyously the young sea-mew  
  Lay dreaming on the waters blue,  
  Whereon our little bark had thrown  
  A little shade, the only one;  
  But shadows ever man pursue.
A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems (ed. 1903)
How joyously the young sea-mew  
  Lay dreaming on the waters blue,  
  Whereon our little bark had thrown  
  A little shade, the only one;  
  But shadows ever man pursue.
A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems (ed. 1903)