Torch The
Read 'Torch The' by 'Walt Whitman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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 a-blaze at the prow.
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