THE vision passed as glides a star;
Our ship, meanwhile, went on its way
Past busy wharf, past reef and bar,
Until she neared a marsh that lay
Low-curving, with its sandy beach,
Or weeds that to the waters reach.
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THE vision passed as glides a star... · Laura Ann Young Pinney · Poetry Cove