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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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THE TORCH.
ON my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's
group stands watching,
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Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing
salmon,
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The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water, |
Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow. |
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