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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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