By waif and stray and cast-away,
Such as are seen in seas withdrawn,
Old Morgan led in silence on,
And sometime lifting up his head
To guide his footsteps as he led,
He deem'd he saw a great ship lay
Her keel along the sea-wash'd sand,
As with her captain's old command.
The stars were seal'd; and then a haze
Of gossamer fill'd all the west,
So like in Indian summer days,
And veil'd all things.
And then the moon
Grew pale, and faint, and far. She died,
And now nor star nor any sign
Fell out of heaven.
Oversoon
Some black men fell. Then at their side
Some one sat down to watch, to rest...
To rest, to watch, or what you will,
The man sits resting, watching still.