Herman Melville (Герман Мелвилл)

The Man-of-War-Hawk

     Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in
         the light
     O'er the black ship's white sky-s'l, sunned
         cloud to the sight,
     Have we low-flyers wings to ascend to his
         height?
     No arrow can reach him; nor thought can
         attain
     To the placid supreme in the sweep of his
         reign.

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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