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Title: The book of gold, and other poems
Year: 1878 (1870s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Charles E. Feinberg Collection of Walt Whitman (Library of Congress) DLC
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Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
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ch, which, half in shadow, showsA long low shape upon the shingle cast. Through tumbling kelp, rolled in the undertowsEnormous foaming jaws that hold it fast, He shoots his skiff ashore, and stoops beside That long low shape left stranded by the tide : A mass of spars and twisted ropes, still wet From the receding wave, with flecks of spume on The dark, drenched sail, and something darker yet—A shadow in the shadow, ghastly, human, Stretched on the raft. Mother and son have met.Cold to the touch, appalling, droops the woman. He lifts her from the raft, and, kneeling there, Bends over her in terror and despair. Mother !—O God ! you are not dead ! He takesA rum-flask from his coat in furious haste, And for the first time in his wild youth makesWise use of its bad contents. At the taste 5± Til E WRECK OF THE FISHING-BO AT. She gives a little moan of pain, and wakes Slowly to consciousness of strong arms placedAround her, and a shadowy visage bowedAbove her in a sort of dreamy cloud.
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mother!—o god! you are not dead! And, for the first time in his life, he prays—To Heaven, to her, with mingled oaths, as if Profanity and prayer were kin. He laysFull half his garments on her in the skiff, THE WRECK OF THE FISHING -BO AT. 55 And pushes off in the moons faint last rays ; And rows away by sombre cove and cliff,And on through flashing surge and shadowy air,Under the light-house lanterns streaming glare. Meanwhile the little ones lie sunk in deep And restful slumber, till, with direful din,Which fills the house and wakes them from their sleep, A sudden headlong force comes bursting in.Staring with fear, upright the youngsters leap, And see what seems their brother BenjaminBearing a great black burden on his armIn the gray dawn, and shouting loud alarm. Quick ! for the doctor, for the neighbors, run ! Mother is drowned ! Half naked, from the shed,With sobs of terror, speeds the oldest one. The others, wondering, whispering, Is she dead ?Clasp their small hands, while t

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