Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep, <br />Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep-- <br />Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep <br />Over monstrous waves that curl and comb; <br />Of thee we think when here from brink <br />We blow the mead in bubbling foam. <br /> <br />Of thee we think, in a ring we link; <br />To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink, <br />And the _Meteor_ rolling home.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-master-of-the-meteor/
