A gleaming glassy ocean,
Under a sky of gray;
A tide that dreams of motion,
Or moves, as the dead may;
A bird that dips and wavers
Over lone waters round,
Then with a cry that quavers
Is gone–a spectral sound.
The brown sad sea-weed drifting
Far from the land, and lost.
The faint warm fog unlifting,
The derelict long-tossed,
But now at rest–tho haunted
By the death-scenting shark,
Whose prey no more undaunted
Slips from it, spent and stark.
(Cale Young Rice)
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