Titan

Canadian Ocean Gate O beauteous land of mirth and Glee! O land of falls and seas and lakes! Which shadows row in horrid nights Which sorrow in Thee circulate O start of mystic Nile gate In which Thy goddess contemplates Which wounds therest are evergreen! From centuries in thy heart thou hide O bloom of world , O shore of life! From world of mortals what thou hide? O stop Thou phantoms, stop for me! Thou walking in the hazy snow! O let me see thy glimpse for once! Then I'll in the ocean row The first is Love, the ocean's love O Thee I therest recognize! O second, thou in mystic veil Since centuries thou in bottoms lies O submarine of Ocean gate! A way to vale of death art Thou? Thou art the tourists Lovely lass? They delve the depths in love of you? O La Belle Dame sans Mercy speak From bottoms of the New Found Land! O speak thou from Canadian shores! O speak thou from the Ocean Sand! O thou enchanter of the sea! Thy worthy guests are on the way; O welcome them with open heart' Thou with thy lips thou nothing say! Paul and David with his son; And owner of the Ocean Gate' With Harden unto Thee they run An other day they can not wait; Thou know that call of Lord of World Is Only one we should obey On channels right on channels curled All of Us on His Eden's way Titanic, thou were but a fay From centuries caught in forlorn deep In frosty nights when sailors sail Thou with thy wildest eyes there peep Which shadows sail in depths of Thee? Which phantoms wail in waning moon? They row in ships in heart of thee They wail and moan therest they groan; Which yarns are haunting thy heart depths? Which movies art there on display? That in thy magic lores of time My earthly guests forgot the way! O Titan speak what there thou saw? Thine eyes were blind by hands of time? Art thou there peeping in the Ship? What done to thee these hands of Time? Oh speak owner of Ocean Gate! Wherest thou go in ocean ship? Was it a trip by Hands of chance? Or by Thy Free Will Thou there dip? The Feast by Lady Sea thou take! From Nature's Cup thou take a Sip O mortal Death their wounds are green? Thou hadn't left a trace of them O sculptor delve in ocean heart! And from their dust make vase of them; The son, the father, not returned They made their camp in thy heart depth O Nature, Thou in ocean reign Them Thee in thine own chamber kept Ten thousand blooms from ocean depth Ten thousand blooms from New Found land Ten thousand stars from Beacon's height Ten thousand lamps from Indus sand O send them all in ocean's heart With mystic waves and angels band My Holy sea will sing a dirge With words of mine all hand in hand God will send caskets for them Far and far from our burning land Where they will walk in dales of God In songs of mirth with hand in hand