The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems

by Clarence Victor Stahl

And nature but waits for June time so fair.

Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,

A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—

Goddess of mirth,

Gay queen of the earth,

I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while

To see thee return when again I shall call.

THE SPIRIT OF WAR

Ho! ho! I come in fury as the storm

And seek earth’s nations east and west.