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41955	Miller, Joaquin	The Ship in the Desert			.txt	text/plain	20007	1925	100	see you now, away beyond the seas, beyond the lands where the sun goes new as if but half-fashioned from the hand of God. All the time as I tread this strange land I re-live those scenes, and "It looks so like a sea," said he. "It looks just like a dried-up sea." The black men bow'd, the long oars bent, Were his, the gray old man, that day Like far sweet songs that come to us, Like darkness from the face of day, They rode like men gone mad, they fled, The black men cried, "The sea!" They bow'd Old Morgan eyed his men, look'd back And look'd his black men in the face. Like far blown seas that flood and flow. And men did look and cry, "The sea!" The black men look'd up from the sands There rose from white sands and dead men A land where never red man's hand	./cache/41955.txt	./txt/41955.txt