Author Richard Henry Dana Moan for the living; moan our sins,— The wrath of man more fierce than thine. Hark! still thy waves!—The work begins,— Lee makes the deadly sign.The crew glide down like shadows. Eye and handSpeak fearful meanings through the silent band. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments