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The sea is calm to-night
The tide is high, his arms felt strong
Upon the straits; on the New Meadows coast
The light!
Gleams and is gone; The cliffs of Maine stand
Into his mind the turbid ebb
He can see the water ripping
You hear the grating roar
The blanched moon laughing an smirking
As he sat in the swan boat
looking into the eye of a whale
just like the inspirational words of Langston Hughes
‘Rose until it touched the sky-“
he could hear two sounds
The swan boats
Slow strokes
And
looking into the eye of a whale
The tide is high, his arms felt strong
Upon the straits; on the New Meadows coast
The light!
Gleams and is gone; The cliffs of Maine stand
Into his mind the turbid ebb
He can see the water ripping
You hear the grating roar
The blanched moon laughing an smirking
As he sat in the swan boat
looking into the eye of a whale
just like the inspirational words of Langston Hughes
‘Rose until it touched the sky-“
he could hear two sounds
The swan boats
Slow strokes
And
looking into the eye of a whale