"But ride, grey sea-bird, even so
The rack on Ran's wild steed!
Scream out, scream out; ‘tis meet although
Your voice be harsh indeed!
‘Tis meet your cry should be so hoarse,
No dulcet minstrelsy;
The blind reefs break the billows' force,
A rain-squall hither sets its course, —
Shriek, ‘tis your destiny!"
An extract from Henrik Ibsen's poem, " The Seagull's Cry"
The rack on Ran's wild steed!
Scream out, scream out; ‘tis meet although
Your voice be harsh indeed!
‘Tis meet your cry should be so hoarse,
No dulcet minstrelsy;
The blind reefs break the billows' force,
A rain-squall hither sets its course, —
Shriek, ‘tis your destiny!"
An extract from Henrik Ibsen's poem, " The Seagull's Cry"
