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A PASSING SAIL.
I watched the white sails moving
On the summer sea:
One went bird-wise, wing and wing,
Fluttering joyously;
Ocean-space she seemed to fill
With her graceful flight;
Fancy, spell-bound, followed her,
Till she was out of sight.
On the summer sea:
One went bird-wise, wing and wing,
Fluttering joyously;
Ocean-space she seemed to fill
With her graceful flight;
Fancy, spell-bound, followed her,
Till she was out of sight.
Behind her, one was dimly
Penciled on the mist;
If the sail-speck moved at all,
None, in passing, wist.
Yet was this an Indian bark
On her voyage of years;
And that a pretty pleasure-yacht,
An idling school-boy steers.
Penciled on the mist;
If the sail-speck moved at all,
None, in passing, wist.
Yet was this an Indian bark
On her voyage of years;
And that a pretty pleasure-yacht,
An idling school-boy steers.
No argosy or frigate
Courtesies in wavelets light;
Ships that carry world-supplies
Dare mid-ocean's might.
Trifler, haply freighted lives,
Unadmired of thee,
Grander are than thy small guess,
And farther out at sea.
Courtesies in wavelets light;
Ships that carry world-supplies
Dare mid-ocean's might.
Trifler, haply freighted lives,
Unadmired of thee,
Grander are than thy small guess,
And farther out at sea.
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