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O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
Author
Poet
Writer
Janesville
Wisconsin
Love
Wind
Ships
Bring
Send
Free
Thou
Home
Calm
Skim
Back
Blow
Skies
Come
Sky
Sailing
Heart
Sea
Winds
Never
Safe
Ship

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