Hin gen Norden zieht die Möwe,
Hin gen Norden zieht mein Herz;
Fliegen beide aus mitsammen,
Fliegen beide heimatwärts.

Ruhig, Herz! du bist zur Stelle;
Flogst gar rasch die weite Bahn –
Und die Möwe schwebt noch rudernd
Überm weiten Ozean.

Theodor Storm
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