Author Richard Henry Dana Next day at noon, within the town, All stare and wonder much to see Matt and his men come strolling down; Boys shouting, “Here comes Lee!”“Thy ship, good Lee?” “Not many leagues from shoreOur ship by chance took fire.”—They learned no more. 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