<h2>THE YACHT.</h2>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How like a queen she walks the summer sea;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Her canvas crowning well the comely mold</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Light loved until it lifts a spire of gold</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Outlined and inset by a tracery</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of rig and spar. Hers is a witchery</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of loveliness, that seems to draw and hold</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The wind to do its bidding. Fold on fold</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The seas charge in; then stricken by the free</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Quick lancing of her stem recoil to break</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Against the breeze; then rushing back they foam</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Along the rail, and swirl into the wake,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And rave astern in many a wrinkled dome.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For thus she doth her windward way betake</span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like one who lives to conquer and to roam.</span><br/>
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