A Marine Etching

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   A yacht from its harbour 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.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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