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SHIP OF MY DREAMS
The bow-sprit points into the waters.
A sail is hoisted.
The. masthead quivers.
Ship of my dreams, set sail.
The blue skiff plows through the darkness,
The lengths are counted.
Into the diisk of dreams
Light of my ship, go on.
The gray-bird slips toward the dawning.
The day is calling.
Through the rifted mists
Ship of my dreams, sail on.
CAROLINE POWER, Rho,
