They flit in easeful flight above the swash

Return of the Gulls by Hamlin Garland Far out upon the treeless sweep Of sun-smit plain, there come And go great flights of gulls. In hot still noon, in roar of wind, In mist of evening — or in cold clear dawn They flit in easeful flight above the swash Of uncut wheat, glittering like flakes Of snow in flaming sunlight.