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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK
Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in the light
O'er the black ship's white sky-s'l, sunned cloud to the sight,
Have we low-flyers wings to ascend to his height?
O'er the black ship's white sky-s'l, sunned cloud to the sight,
Have we low-flyers wings to ascend to his height?
No arrow can reach him; nor thought can attain
To the placid supreme in the sweep of his reign.
To the placid supreme in the sweep of his reign.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |