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To The Master Of The 'meteor' Post by :tapatti Category :Poems Author :Herman Melville Date :January 2011 Read :1355

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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.





(The end)
Herman Melville's poem: To The Master Of The "Meteor"

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