The Gulf Stream

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   Skilled mariner, and counted sane and wise,
      That was a curious thing which chanced to me,
         So good a sailor on so fair a sea.
   With favouring winds and blue unshadowed skies,
   Led by the faithful beacon of Love’s eyes,
      Past reef and shoal, my life-boat bounded free
      And fearless of all changes that might be
   Under calm waves, where many a sunk rock lies.

   A golden dawn; yet suddenly my barque
      Strained at the sails, as in a cyclone’s blast;
         And battled with an unseen current’s force,
   For we had entered when the night was dark
      That old tempestuous Gulf Stream of the Past.
         But for love’s eyes, I had not kept the course.

 

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