SPINDRIFT white shall her victims stand <br />On the ivory quay, untrod <br />By living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand, <br />To point her out to God. <br /> <br />The Babies Of The 'Lusitania' <br /> <br />THOSE rosy, dimpled darlings cast <br />So roughly to the sea, <br />Wondering their bathtub was so vast, <br />Reaching for breast and knee, <br />Too innocent to understand <br />What hate and murder are, <br />But puzzled that the dandling hand <br />Had let them drop so far, <br />Swallowing like milk the bitter foam, <br />Dismayed to miss their breath, <br />Our little guests from Heaven went home <br />In the great arms of Death. <br />O Land of Toys and Christmas Trees, <br />Dear Land of Fairy Tales, <br />How will your heart be panged for these <br />When war's red frenzy pales! <br />God pity Germany in all <br />The grieving years to be <br />When through her cradle-songs shall call <br />Drowned babies from the sea.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-submarine-that-sank-the/
