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