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In the depths where wild tempests roam,
Have you beheld a ship's sad plight?
Its masts entwined by waves' fierce foam,
A ghostly silhouette in the night.
Have you ever seen a shipwrecked soul,
Lost amidst the ocean's cold embrace?
Where once there sailed a gallant whole,
Now lies a tale of sorrow, face to face.
The wreckage speaks of dreams now shattered,
Of voyages cut short by fate's cruel hand.
Yet amidst the ruin, hope isn't scattered,
For from the depths, resilience will stand.
So if you've witnessed a ship's demise,
Pause to ponder what it may impart.
For in the wreckage, where despair lies,
Resides the strength to mend a broken heart.
--Robert Frost, The Shipwreck (1951).
Have you beheld a ship's sad plight?
Its masts entwined by waves' fierce foam,
A ghostly silhouette in the night.
Have you ever seen a shipwrecked soul,
Lost amidst the ocean's cold embrace?
Where once there sailed a gallant whole,
Now lies a tale of sorrow, face to face.
The wreckage speaks of dreams now shattered,
Of voyages cut short by fate's cruel hand.
Yet amidst the ruin, hope isn't scattered,
For from the depths, resilience will stand.
So if you've witnessed a ship's demise,
Pause to ponder what it may impart.
For in the wreckage, where despair lies,
Resides the strength to mend a broken heart.
--Robert Frost, The Shipwreck (1951).