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A Sail

by Ruby Archer

From the delicate mist of morning
A sail appeared to me;
And I cried: 'Oh, here is my ship come in,
My ship from over the sea,

"Bearing a cargo of amber,
Beryl of Orient fame,
A mystic rune, and a magic wand,
And a fairing I may not name."

When the mist had quivered to sunlight,
And the sail hove clear to view,
Behold! Is was not my ship at all
Come in from beyond the blue

To make of my heart a haven,
To richen my life and lot;
It could not carry the freight I dreamed,—
'Twas only a pleasure-yacht!