Song of the Paddlers [excerpt]
Dip, dip, in the brine our paddles dip, Dip, dip, the fins of our swimming ship! How the waters part, As on we dart; Our sharp prows fly, And curl on high, As the upright fin of the rushing shark, Rushing fast and far on his flying mark! Like him we prey; Like him we slay; Swim on the foe, Our prow a blow!
This poem is in the public domain.
Born in 1819 into a once-prominent New York family, Herman Melville was raised
Date Published: 1849-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/song-paddlers-excerpt