A Fickle Woman.
By Eugene Field
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light; The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails, Forgetful of the fury of her gales; To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars, And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!
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"Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night..."
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