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 Enviable Isles
2. The Night March
3. Old Counsel
4. To Ned
5. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening

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