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. Sapphires
2. As by Fire
3. At Eleusis
4. The Barbarous Chief
5. Sonnets of Sorrow. 14. Full many a roadway that we trod was rough

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1707

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