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 Marine Etching = · Ella Wheeler Wilcox · Poetry Cove