RMS Titanic Centennial Sonnets 7 & 8. Poem. Richard Vallance.
7 The Dusk Casts Shadows The dusk casts shadows on the drowning sun, Titanic's lights ablaze. She cleaves the sea, a mirror to the stars, her maiden run serene success by some divine decree. The falling swell has passed, the past astern. The last two days will spell “The Promised Land”
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