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.

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Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Poem: A Marine Etching
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