Уолт Уитмен (Walt Whitman)

Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 30. The Torch

On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group
      stands watching,
Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.

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