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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |