Far Off-Shore

by Herman Melville

  


Look, the raft, a signal flying, Thin—a shred;None upon the lashed spars lying, Quick or dead.Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over, "Crew, the crew?"And the billow, reckless, rover, Sweeps anew!


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