To Scylla

Love's cruel waves and Riot's boisterous sea
And Passion's restless winds encompass me.
I know not where I go; my storm-tossed soul
Leaves my life's ship without its helm's control.
Perchance like that famed mariner of yore
The Scylla whom I fled will capture me once more.
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Meleager
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