A Marine Etching
A yacht from its harbor 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.
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"A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "A Marine Etching"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...