CLOUD HOSTS AT DAWN, by CATHERINE AMES CLINEDINST
First Line: Onward the ships of troy, all saffron-sailed Last Line: Whence came these golden ghosts across the sky's blue dome?
Onward the ships of Troy, all saffron-sailed, Upon a sapphire sea, with none to call them home. Where go these phantom fleets, all fire-trailed? Whence came these golden ghosts across the sky's blue dome?
