Herman Melville (Герман Мелвилл)

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!

1. The Ravaged Villa
2. Old Counsel
3. Tom Deadlight
4. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening
5. The Tuft of Kelp

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