A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed oer the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.
A Marine Etching
written byWilcox Ella Wheeler
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed oer the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler