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. The Birth of the Orchid
2. Helen of Troy
3. Art Thou Alive?
4. The Barbarous Chief
5. Be Not Attached

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