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Look
!
here
,
far
water-locked
;
beyond
all
hum
of
human
weal
or
woe
;
in
these
most
candid
and
impartial
seas
;
where
to
traditions
no
rocks
furnish
tablets
;
where
for
long
Chinese
ages
,
the
billows
have
still
rolled
on
speechless
and
unspoken
to
,
as
stars
that
shine
upon
the
Niger
's
unknown
source
;
here
,
too
,
life
dies
sunwards
full
of
faith
,
but
see
!
no
sooner
dead
,
than
death
whirls
round
the
corpse
,
and
it
heads
some
other
way
.
"
Oh
,
thou
dark
Hindoo
half
of
nature
,
who
of
drowned
bones
hast
builded
thy
separate
throne
somewhere
in
the
heart
of
these
unverdured
seas
;
thou
art
an
infidel
,
thou
queen
,
and
too
truly
speakest
to
me
in
the
wide-slaughtering
Typhoon
,
and
the
hushed
burial
of
its
after
calm
.
Nor
has
this
thy
whale
sunwards
turned
his
dying
head
,
and
then
gone
round
again
,
without
a
lesson
to
me
.
"
Oh
,
trebly
hooped
and
welded
hip
of
power
!
Oh
,
high
aspiring
,
rainbowed
jet
!
--
that
one
strivest
,
this
one
jettest
all
in
vain
!
In
vain
,
oh
whale
,
dost
thou
seek
intercedings
with
yon
all-quickening
sun
,
that
only
calls
forth
life
,
but
gives
it
not
again
.
Yet
dost
thou
darker
half
,
rock
me
with
a
prouder
,
if
a
darker
faith
.
All
thy
unnamable
imminglings
float
beneath
me
here
;
I
am
buoyed
by
breaths
of
once
living
things
,
exhaled
as
air
,
but
water
now
.
"
Then
hail
,
for
ever
hail
,
O
sea
,
in
whose
eternal
tossings
the
wild
fowl
finds
his
only
rest
.
Born
of
earth
,
yet
suckled
by
the
sea
;
though
hill
and
valley
mothered
me
,
ye
billows
are
my
foster-brothers
!
"
The
four
whales
slain
that
evening
had
died
wide
apart
;
one
,
far
to
windward
;
one
less
distant
,
to
leeward
;
one
ahead
;
one
astern
.
These
last
three
were
brought
alongside
ere
nightfall
;
but
the
windward
one
could
not
be
reached
till
morning
;
and
the
boat
that
had
killed
it
lay
by
its
side
all
night
;
and
that
boat
was
Ahab
's
.
The
waif-pole
was
thrust
upright
into
the
dead
whale
's
spout-hole
;
and
the
lantern
hanging
from
its
top
,
cast
a
troubled
flickering
glare
upon
the
black
,
glossy
back
,
and
far
out
upon
the
midnight
waves
,
which
gently
chafed
the
whale
's
broad
flank
,
like
soft
surf
upon
a
beach
.
Ahab
and
all
his
boat
's
crew
seemed
asleep
but
the
Parsee
;
who
crouching
in
the
bow
,
sat
watching
the
sharks
,
that
spectrally
played
round
the
whale
,
and
tapped
the
light
cedar
planks
with
their
tails
.
A
sound
like
the
moaning
in
squadrons
over
Asphaltites
of
unforgiven
ghosts
of
Gomorrah
,
ran
shuddering
through
the
air
.
Started
from
his
slumbers
,
Ahab
,
face
to
face
,
saw
the
Parsee
;
and
hooped
round
by
the
gloom
of
the
night
they
seemed
the
last
men
in
a
flooded
world
.
"
I
have
dreamed
it
again
,
"
said
he
.
"
Of
the
hearses
?
Have
I
not
said
,
old
man
,
that
neither
hearse
nor
coffin
can
be
thine
?
"
"
And
who
are
hearsed
that
die
on
the
sea
?
"
