Look, the raft, a signal flying, <br />Thin--a shred; <br />None upon the lashed spars lying, <br />Quick or dead. <br /> <br />Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over, <br />'Crew, the crew?' <br />And the billow, reckless, rover, <br />Sweeps anew!<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-off-shore/
