Sunday, January 25, 2009

Ah, the steamers, the voyages bound for who knows where
Of our old friend, the sailor, old So-and-So!
Ah, the glory of knowing that a man who used to walk here beside us
Was drowned off an island in the Pacific!
We who chummed around him will now discuss it with everyone
With legitimate pride, an impalpable conviction
That all this has a finer, a vaster meaning
Than the mere loss of the ship where he went down,
Went down to the bottom because water got into his lungs!

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