The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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The grim _Titanic_ greeted her. "And who art thou?" she said; "Why dost thou join our ghostly fleet Arrayed in living red? We are the ships of sorrow Who spend the weary night, Until the dawn of Judgment Day, Obscure and still and white." "Nay," said the scarlet visitor, "Though I sink through the sea, A ruined thing that was a ship, I sink not as did ye. For ye met with your destiny By storm or rock or fight, So through the lagging centuries Ye wear your robes of white. "But never crashing iceberg Nor honest shot of foe, Nor hidden reef has sent me The way that I must go. My wounds that stain the waters, My blood that is like flame, Bear witness to a loathly deed, A deed without a name. "I went not forth to battle, I carried friendly men, |
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