The Titanic
Out of the misty North A stealthy foeman stole; Far from the haunted Pole On the wide sea went he forth, And he met a giant ship As he scoured the sea for toll It cannot reach its goal Crushed in his icy grip. "Of every four just three" This was his deadly dole. Unseen he called the roll Ah! a cold grave is the Sea. Yet the Sea is not the end, And Life is not the whole. Over each heroic soul Shall Eternity extend.
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"Out of the misty North..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Helen Leah Reed delivers a powerful performance in "The Titanic"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...