Poems (Sharpless)/The Tale of a Ship

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THE TALE OF A SHIP
Into the haven at last Storm-driven she flees!A fluttering rag at her mast, A wreck from the seas.
Tender and blue was the sky In the morn when she sailed;So she lingered; the hours flew by Till the daylight had paled.
Then the tempest broke forth o'er the world And lashed the wild wave:All the waters upon her seemed hurled; Yet she held true and brave.
The horrors of sky and of sea Made her staunch timbers thrill,Yet she stayed not her course, nay, not she, But struggled on still.
Stripped of her beauty and pride, Sorely crippled, and strained,Her victory's sign doth abide, For her flag hath remained.
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In harbor at last! broken! old! In peace rests she now!This tale of a ship I have told, Is it I? Is it thou?

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