Poem by Sidney Lanier

Struggle

My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I’m new-born from some new grave.

1. Spring Greeting
2. To Baynard Taylor
3. Control
4. Our Hills
5. To Charlotte Cushman

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