THE GULF STREAM

Skilled mariner, and counted sane and wise,
    That was a curious thing which chanced to me,
    So good a sailor on so fair a sea.
With favouring winds and blue unshadowed skies,
Led by the faithful beacon of Love's eyes,
    Past reef and shoal, my life-boat bounded free
    And fearless of all changes that might be
Under calm waves, where many a sunk rock lies.

A golden dawn; yet suddenly my barque
    Strained at the sails, as in a cyclone's blast,
       And battled with an unseen current's force:
For we had entered when the night was dark
    That old tempestuous Gulf Stream of the Past.
       But for love's eyes, I had not kept the course.

Poems of Problems. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
London : Gay and Hancock, 1914.


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