The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 25

Amy Lowell

Then up above the eager brigantine,
Along her slender masts, the sails took flight,
Were sheeted home, and ropes were coiled.  The shine
Of the wet anchor, when its heavy weight
Rose splashing to the deck.  These things they saw,
Christine and Max, upon the crowded quay.
They saw the sails grow white, then blue in shade,
The ship had turned, caught in a windy flaw
She glided imperceptibly away,
Drew farther off and in the bright sky seemed to fade.

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