John Marr and Other Poems: Far Off-Shore

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!

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