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Sara Teasdale - Sonnet
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I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;
Her prow was gilded by the western fire,
And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,
For winds to play on to the ocean`s rhyme
Of wave on wave forever singing low.
She floated on a web of burnished gold,
And in such light as praying men behold
Cling round a vision, were her sails aglow.
I saw her come again when dawn was grey,
Her wonder faded and her splendor dead — "
She whom I loved once had upon her way
A light most like the sunset. Now `tis sped.
And this is saddest — what seemed wondrous fair
Are now but straight pale lips, and dull gold hair.
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