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Melodies XLIX; At 41° 43′ 32″ N, 49° 56′ 49″ W
The last of the stars vanish from the dawning sky.
The last of the frozen bodies have sunk.
The last of the ship descended into the darkness of hours ago.
The last glimpse of the drifting berg no longer dots the far horizon.
Silence has stifled the last of sounds:
explosion of boilers,
crash of furnishings into the bow,
screams of the shivering, chilling, flailing dying,
groans of frigid steel twisting around a claw of ice.
Nearer My God To Thee is not, now, sung here.
Unsinkable is not, now, advertised here.
Starward
