Living
Riddle 107
From At the Sign of the Sphinx (Second Series)
Living
The yacht was flying fast; the day was fair;
The sky was clear and blue; and my first, white
Upon the sailors and upon the sea.
I stood upon the deck, and with my last
I saw the distant shores of Barnegat,
I watched the heaving billows roll and toss,
I thought that we were going to my whole.
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Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 107.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/224/.
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Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 107.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/224/.
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