Casabianca by Elizabeth Bishop

Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite "The boy stood on
the burning deck". Love's the son
xxxx stood stammering elocution
xxxx while the poor ship in flames went down.

Love's the obstinate boy, the ship,
even the swimming sailors, who
would like a schoolroom platform, too
xxxx or an excuse to stay
xxxx on deck. And love's the burning boy.

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