Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

A Marine Etching

A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free,
    And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue,
Then up behind her the dust of the sea,
    A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view. 

1. Intermediary
2. Why the Spring is Late
3. As by Fire
4. At Eleusis
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

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