My bits and Bobs, unrelating to the above styles, I think

This is a piece of something I wrote today, and when and if the completed work is posted here, this poem will make the more sense, and perfect sense perchance. To give a little more understanding of the poem, I will give the little paragraph that comes afore it.

It came on a time that a flock of seagulls flew nigh the ship, and Eriol*, slumped on a wooden chair on the deck, jumped and looked up as if in some trance. Those of the crew who saw this laughed, and one began in a sing song voice, both sweet and mocking:

"Dost thou see the crying gulls,
Flying unto distant shores beyond this western sea?"

Said another:

"Dost thou hear the baying hounds,
Beside great hunters in magic woods far off?"

Quoth Eriol:

"Nay"
"Seeth I bonny swans of snowy white,
Never nigh, yet never straying from mine eye;
Heareth I their songs of beauty,
Weaving forgotten tales and great deeds in me."

Not very ambitious, yet a critical (as far as I can see) part in the story, well as I see it. What does everyone think?

*(Perhaps someone remembers this figure? And my story will justify the name and character, though it may be discontinued by then).