I have many names though I am but one:
A lone gull flying through the crisp sea wind,
The soaring freedom of strong stroking wings,
The errant call.
I am myself and gone beyond confines;
No single phrase could yet define my eyes;
Their depths, which draw the delver deeper yet,
May still defy.
The angel seen, the slinking cat behind,
And yet a whisper softly calls thee forth.
Without revealing, reveling I rejoice;
The heart resists.
The bear and tiger, eagle, fish and rat,
These secrets hidden are nigh yet to be seen,
And stilling one who sits there solely silent,
Withholding words.
What meaning here is seen for all the world?
The hidden only for the secret's safe.
The lock longs to be loosed and leaden fall,
Beholden sight.
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