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. Conquest
2. The Birth of the Opal
3. The Plow of God
4. East and West
5. The Barbarous Chief

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