 | [Poems by Lathrop in] A masque of poets |  |
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YACHTING.
How the breezes bend and bow her,—
This frail yacht, that like a flower
Overfloats the rolling foam!
Swift her sides the waters hiss on,
While yon calmer spaces glisten
With the sunset's monochrome.
This frail yacht, that like a flower
Overfloats the rolling foam!
Swift her sides the waters hiss on,
While yon calmer spaces glisten
With the sunset's monochrome.
'Twixt the deeps of sky and ocean
Holdeth she her eager motion:
So, between thy spirit's height
And my answering depth of passion,
My frail being seems to dash on,
Buoyant, through the sunset-light!
Holdeth she her eager motion:
So, between thy spirit's height
And my answering depth of passion,
My frail being seems to dash on,
Buoyant, through the sunset-light!
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