Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The Torch

by Walt Whitman

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THE TORCH.

On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching,
Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.