A MARINE ETCHING
Reading edition
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.
Reading edition
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.