Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 15 of 107 (14%)
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And it's good-bye worry and good-bye hurry
And never a care have we; With the sea below and the sun above And nothing to do but dream and love, Sailing away together. Sailing away from the grim old town And tasks the town calls duty; Sailing away from walls of grey To a land of bloom and beauty, And it's good-bye to letters from our lessers and our betters, To the cold world's smile or its frown. We sail away on a sunny track To find the summer and bring it back And love is our only duty. II Afloat on a sea of passion Without a compass or chart, But the glow of your eye shows the sun is high, By the sextant of my heart. I know we are nearing the tropics By the languor that round us lies, And the smile on your mouth says the course is south And the port is Paradise. We have left grey skies behind us, We sail under skies of blue; You are off with me on lovers' sea, |
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