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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ocean Liner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went down to the sea in ships, <br>In ships they went down to the sea. <br>In boats hewn of oak-tree strips, <br>In galleys with skin-sewn sails, <br>In triremes, caravels, brigs— <br>Frail, flimsily rolling rigs— <br>They went down where the huge wave rips, <br>Where the black storm lashes and hales. <br>They went down to the sea in ships, <br>To the sounding, sorrowing sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They go down to the sea—O me !— <br>What ships that outbrave the sea, <br>What ships that outrun the gale, <br>With a feather of steam for a sail <br>And a whirling shaft for an oar, <br>Are the ships that my brothers build <br>To carry me over the sea, <br>That my hand with treasures filled <br>May knock at the morrow's door ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steel hulls impenetrable <br>To the waves that tease and pull, <br>Bright engines that answer the beat <br>Of their foam-slippered dancing feet, <br>Hot fires that shudder and drive, <br>Close-tended, untiring, sure— <br>Like queen-bees deep in the hive <br>Who labor and serve and endure: <br>All these are down below <br>Far under the slippery water, <br>While the babe sleeps soft in his bed, <br>And the banquet table is spread, <br>And my neighbor's laughing daughter <br>Trims her hair with a rose-red bow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went down to the sea in ships, <br>In ships they went down to the sea. <br>And the sea had a million lips <br>And she laughed in her throat for glee. <br>And. the floor of the sea was strewn <br>With tempest trophies dread,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the deep-sea currents croon <br>As they wash through the bones of the dead. <br>But the ships that my brothers build— <br>Ah, they mock at the storm's mad rage; <br>And their burning hearts are thrilled <br>When he throws them his battle gauge. <br>On the sea-foam they lean for a pillow, <br>They drive without paddle or sail <br>Straight over the mountainous billow, <br>Straight on through the blustering gale ! <br>Oh they shake out gay flags as they run, <br>Flags that flutter and gleam in the sun! <br>From the tip of their turrets above <br>They send news of the storm to the shore; <br>And they hear from afar through the roar, <br>Down the cloud-built aisles of the sky, <br>Some land-bound lady's cry <br>To her ocean-wandering love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They go down to the sea in ships, <br>In ships they go down to the sea. <br>And my brothers, the masterful, free, <br>Fear no more the white foam of her lips, <br>They have won her, she harks to their wooing,<br>The love of ten thousand years,<br>The suing, the wild undoing,<br>The faith unto death, the tears.<br>Oh, their glory her song shall be;<br>Soft, soft is the kiss of her lips!<br>They go down to the sea in ships,<br>In ships they go down to the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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In ships they went down to the sea. 
In boats hewn of oak-tree strips, 
In galleys with skin-sewn sails, 
In triremes, caravels, brigs— 
Frail, flimsily rolling rigs— 
They went down where the huge wave rip..."></div>
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