She rides the waves of the abysmal deep
On a steady course with a tryst to keep.
The green foam curls from her steel clad prow
As she cuts her way like a giant plow.
Among her spars the wild winds sing
As she rides the waves like a living thing.
Her great heart throbs with a steady beat,
Her decks resound to the pacing feet
Of men and women, each seeking a goal . . .
The centrical nucleus that brims her soul!
Rhythm in her spars where the wild winds sing
As she rides the waves like a living thing!
SUNSET ON THE MEDITERRANEAN
The sunset flamed the western sky,
The waters lay fold on fold,
From the stern of the ship they fell away
Draped in cloth of gold.
Just thru the windows the tables stood
With spotless linen spread
And dinner waiting to be served . . .
With beauty we were fed.
Silent, we watched beside the rail
In the slowly fading light,
’Til purpling shadows wrapt us round
In soft encircling night.