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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Ships and the Red</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For Alden March) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With drooping sail and pennant<br>That never a wind may reach,<br>They float in sunless waters<br>Beside a sunless beach.<br>Their mighty masts and funnels<br>Are white as driven snow,<br>And with a pallid radiance<br>Their ghostly bulwarks glow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a Spanish galleon<br>That once with gold was gay,<br>Here is a Roman trireme<br>Whose hues outshone the day.<br>But Tyrian dyes have faded,<br>And prows that once were bright<br>With rainbow stains wear only<br>Death's livid, dreadful white. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">White as the ice that clove her<br>That unforgotten day,<br>Among her pallid sisters<br>The grim Titanic lay.<br>And through the leagues above her<br>She looked aghast, and said:<br>&quot;What is this living ship that comes<br>Where every ship is dead?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ghostly vessels trembled<br>From ruined stern to prow;<br>What was this thing of terror<br>That broke their vigil now?<br>Down through the startled ocean<br>A mighty vessel came,<br>Not white, as all dead ships must be,<br>But red, like living flame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale green waves about her<br>Were swiftly, strangely dyed,<br>By the great scarlet stream that flowed<br>From out her wounded side.<br>And all her decks were scarlet<br>And all her shattered crew.<br>She sank among the white ghost ships<br>And stained them through and through. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grim Titanic greeted her<br>&quot;And who art thou?&quot; she said;<br>&quot;Why dost thou join our ghostly fleet<br>Arrayed in living red?<br>We are the ships of sorrow<br>Who spend the weary night,<br>Until the dawn of Judgment Day,<br>Obscure and still and white.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Nay,&quot; said the scarlet visitor,<br>&quot;Though I sink through the sea,<br>A ruined thing that was a ship,<br>I sink not as did ye.<br>For ye met with your destiny<br>By storm or rock or fight,<br>So through the lagging centuries<br>Ye wear your robes of white. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But never crashing iceberg<br>Nor honest shot of foe,<br>Nor hidden reef has sent me<br>The way that I must go.<br>My wound that stains the waters,<br>My blood that is like flame,<br>Bear witness to a loathly deed,<br>A deed without a name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I went not forth to battle,<br>I carried friendly men,<br>The children played about my decks,<br>The women sang -- and then --<br>And then -- the sun blushed scarlet<br>And Heaven hid its face,<br>The world that God created<br>Became a shameful place! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;My wrong cries out for vengeance,<br>The blow that sent me here<br>Was aimed in Hell. My dying scream<br>Has reached Jehovah's ear.<br>Not all the seven oceans<br>Shall wash away that stain;<br>Upon a brow that wears a crown<br>I am the brand of Cain.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When God's great voice assembles<br>The fleet on Judgment Day,<br>The ghosts of ruined ships will rise<br>In sea and strait and bay.<br>Though they have lain for ages<br>Beneath the changeless flood,<br>They shall be white as silver,<br>But one -- shall be like blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q>
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With drooping sail and pennant
That never a wind may reach,
They float in sunless waters
Beside a sunless beach.
Their mighty masts and funnels
Are white as driven snow,
And with a pallid radiance
Their ghostly bulwarks glow. 
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