Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс)

Love Sailed at Morn

Love sailed at morn in a fragile bark,
     With broidered pennants flying:
His skies with sudden storm grew dark,
          Yet gallant Love, with courage gay,
          Rode jocund on his conquering way,
     The winds and the waves defying.

But when, all peril overpast,
     In tranquil harbor lying,
He felt no more the billowing blast
          Oppose his sails, Love, joy-becalmed,
          Each foe subdued, each effort balmed,
     Without a wound, lay dying.

1. Let Me Believe
2. Cora
3. By the Conemaugh
4. Be Thou My Guide
5. To the Tsar (1890)

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