A Fickle Woman Poem by Eugene Field

A Fickle Woman

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Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean,sea,storms
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field

St Louis / Missouri / United States
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