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AT SEA by SARA TEASDALE

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First Line: IN THE PULL OF THE WIND I STAND, LONELY
Last Line: WITH FEAR AN UNHEALING WOUND IN MY BREAST.
In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling.

Earth is hostile and the sea hostile,
Why do I look for a place to rest?
I must fight always and die fighting
With fear an unhealing wound in my breast.



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