. Chinese lyrics. ?^^- /; The Island of the Gulls T^AR white flashes ou the black storm-clouds ; Nearer, screaming gulls that ride the storm ;Stunted pines and cedars bending in the wind ;In the deep grasses gray nestlings snug and warm. Dashing in hordes the monsters of the seaWhite-and-green-flanked eat the granite shoreTossing on their horns the bitter foam and brown weedTrampling the shingle with deafening roar. Reeling junks fly past like wisps of cloud ;Sampans scurry homewards in wild alarm,While the white gulls flash across the darkOver gray nestlings snug and warm. [ 33 ] On the Mongo

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. Chinese lyrics. ?^^- /; The Island of the Gulls T^AR white flashes ou the black storm-clouds ; Nearer, screaming gulls that ride the storm ;Stunted pines and cedars bending in the wind ;In the deep grasses gray nestlings snug and warm. Dashing in hordes the monsters of the seaWhite-and-green-flanked eat the granite shoreTossing on their horns the bitter foam and brown weedTrampling the shingle with deafening roar. Reeling junks fly past like wisps of cloud ;Sampans scurry homewards in wild alarm,While the white gulls flash across the darkOver gray nestlings snug and warm. [ 33 ] On the Mongolian Plains A SEA of long uplands and hollows Only known to the loneliest birds,To the hawks and the curlews and swallowsThat follow the wandering herds ; A land where the waterless riversRun down between desolate scarps,Where the wind in the thin grass quiversAnd thrums on a myriad harps; Whether sunshine and blue dome of heavenStretch over that infinite space ;Or tempest with thunder and levinSweep out on that

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