Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic Far Off-Shore by Herman Melville 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! Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: White-JacketNext post: Off Cape Colonna