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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
Burnt Ships
By Helen Maria (Fiske) (Hunt) Jackson (1830–1885)
O LOVE, sweet Love, who came with rosy sail
  And foaming prow across the misty sea!
O Love, brave Love, whose faith was full and free
  That lands of sun and gold, which could not fail,
Lay in the west, that bloom no wintry gale        5
  Could blight, and eyes whose love thine own should be,
Called thee, with steadfast voice of prophecy,
To shores unknown!
                O Love, poor Love, avail
Thee nothing now thy faiths, thy braveries;
There is no sun, no bloom; a cold wind strips        10
The bitter foam from off the wave where dips
No more thy prow; the eyes are hostile eyes;
The gold is hidden; vain thy tears and cries;
O Love, poor Love, why didst thou burn thy ships?

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