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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

“As the Crow Files”

By Helen Gray Cone (1859–1934)

[From Oberon and Puck: Verses Grave and Gay. 1885.]

BUCCANEER with blackest sails,

Steering home by compass true,

Now that all the rich West pales

From its ingot-hue!

Would that compass in thy breast

Thou couldst lend, for guiding me

Where my Hope hath made her nest—

In how far a tree!

Swerving not, nor stooping low,

To that dear, that distant mark

Could I undiverted go,

What were coming dark?

—Careless of the twilight ground,

O’er the wood and o’er the stream

Still he sails, with hollow sound

Strange, as in a dream!