"A Tryst" - A Poem by Celia Thaxter
This poem is another "omen" that preceded the sinking of the Titanic. Celia Thaxter, who mainly wrote about the sea, wrote this poem which tells of a ship that sank - with no survivors. Again, this poem was written 38 years before the Titanic tragedy!
"A Tryst" - Excerpt
From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day. At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep
With that resistless force?
Who made the dread appointment it must keep?
Who traced its awful course? To the warm airs that stir in the sweet South,
A good ship spread her sails;
Stately she passed beyond the harbor's mouth,
Chased by the favoring gales; And on her ample decks a happy crowd
Bade the fair land good-by;
Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud
In all the peaceful sky...
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day. At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep
With that resistless force?
Who made the dread appointment it must keep?
Who traced its awful course? To the warm airs that stir in the sweet South,
A good ship spread her sails;
Stately she passed beyond the harbor's mouth,
Chased by the favoring gales; And on her ample decks a happy crowd
Bade the fair land good-by;
Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud
In all the peaceful sky...