Herman Melville - The Berg, A Dream

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Herman Melville - The Berg, A Dream

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I saw a ship of martial build (Her standards set, her brave apparel on) Directed as by madness mere Against a stolid iceberg steer Nor budge it, though the infatuate ship went down The impact made huge ice-cubes fall Sullen, in tons that crashed the deck; But that one avalanche was all— No other movement save the foundering wreck Along the spurs of ridges pale Not any slenderest shaft and frail A prism over glass-green gorges lone Toppled; or lace of traceries fine Nor pendant drops in grot or mine Were jarred, when the stunned ship went down Nor sole the gulls in cloud that wheeled Circling one snow-flanked peak afar But nearer fowl the floes that skimmed And crystal beaches, felt no jar No thrill transmitted stirred the lock Of jack-straw needle-ice at base; Towers undermined by waves—the block Atilt impending—kept their place Seals, dozing sleek on sliddery ledges Slipt never, when by loftier edges Through very inertia overthrown The impetuous ship in bafflement went down Hard Berg (methought), so cold, so vast With mortal damps self-overcast; Exhaling still thy dankish breath— Adrift dissolving, bound for death; Though lumpish thou, a lumbering one— A lumbering lubbard loitering slow Impingers rue thee and go down Sounding thy precipice below Nor stir the slimy slug that sprawls Along thy dead indifference of walls

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  • Herman Melville