Poem by Herman Melville

To the Master of the Meteor

Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,
Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep—
Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep
Over monstrous waves that curl and comb;
Of thee we think when here from brink
We blow the mead in bubbling foam.

Of thee we think, in a ring we link;
To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink,
And the Meteor rolling home.

1. The College Colonel
2. Crossing the Tropics
3. Jack Roy
4. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening
5. Healed of My Hurt

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