Esquimau, in his strange canoe, Was the only living soul ! Along the coast, like a giant host, The glittering icebergs frowned, Or they met on the main, like a battle plain And crashed with a fearful sound ; The seal and the bear, with a curious stare,...
Poems from the Inner Life - Page 20
by Lizzie Doten - 1864 - 171 lehte
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