Explore "To the Master of the. "Meteor" (Sea Pieces)" by Herman Melville on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep, / Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep- / Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep / Over monstrous waves that curl and comb; / Of thee we think when here from brink / We blow the mead in bubbling foam.
Of thee we think, in a ring we link; / To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink, / And the _Meteor_ rolling home.