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Far Off-Shore

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!
Autres oeuvres par Herman Melville...



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