The Torch - Poem by Walt Whitman
ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group
Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.
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