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 ��THE \MUTE SHIPS AND THE RED

"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.

Here is a Spanish galleon

That once with gold was gay, Here is a Roman trireme

\Miose hues outshone the day. But Tyrian dyes have faded

And prows that once were bright With rainbow stains wear only

Death's livid, dreadful white.

WTiite as the ice that clove her

That unforgotten day. Among her pallid sisters

The grim Titanic lay.

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