Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Not Anchored

My heart is like a ship that finds no rest,
Tossed here and there upon the stormy breast
Of loves of many hearts too oft conferred.

1. Helen of Troy
2. The Birth of the Orchid
3. The Coming Man
4. The Phantom Ball
5. Why the Spring is Late

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