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The Doomed Ship

 The doomed ship drives on helpless through the sea, 
All that the mariners may do is done 
And death is left for men to gaze upon, 
While side by side two friends sit silently; 
Friends once, foes once, and now by death made free 
Of Love and Hate, of all things lost or won; 
Yet still the wonder of that strife bygone 
Clouds all the hope or horror that may be.
Thus, Sorrow, are we sitting side by side Amid this welter of the grey despair, Nor have we images of foul or fair To vex, save of thy kissed face of a bride, Thy scornful face of tears when I was tried, And failed neath pain I was not made to bear.

Poem by William Morris
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