(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

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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!

Submitted: Saturday, April 17, 2010


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