The Derelict

Unmoored, unmanned, unheeded on the deep— Tossed by the restless billow and the breeze, It drifts o’er sultry leagues of tropic seas, Where long Pacific surges swell and sweep. When pale-faced stars their silent watches keep, From their far rhythmic spheres, the Pleiades, In calm beatitude and tranquil ease, Smile sweetly down upon its cradled sleep. Erewhile, with anchor housed and sails unfurled, We saw the stout ship breast the open main, To round the Stormy Cape, and span the world, In search of ventures which betoken gain. To-day, somewhere, on some far sea, we know Her battered hulk is heaving to and fro.

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English
Lucius Harwood Foote

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