Out of the night it came, that menace of the seas,
Unmarked by sound and unobserved, its prey of souls to seize;
A pallid shape, dim in the fog, a monster, on it came.
And wallowed in the ocean path, its toll of deaths to claim.

All boasts of modern safeguards, mere affectations were;
Inventive minds it mocked and giant ships seemed dwarfs to her.
That mammoth ship, with armor plate, was but a cockle-shell,
And when its unseen hand reached out, with ease the giant fell.

And then it laughed; it closed its hand; then watched the work it wrought;
The frenzied screams of dying men, sweet music to it brought.
Unmoved it stood, with eager mien, while fifteen hundred souls
Went struggling down for evermore to rest in watery holes.

Its evil deed accomplished, it drew a conquering breath,
And all about the wreckage, a shadow cast-of Death.
The mightiest of giant ships had just obeyed its nod,
And fifteen hundred souls their final voyage made-to God.

The Sea
by Walter Juan Davis

I have my Habitants and my defenders, too
But you, O, man, the land was made for you!

In your rash arrogance, you scorn the power of me,
And taunt your ancient enemy, the sea.

And so, I thousands slay, and slay without a wound,
And welcome all to burial profound

Heroes of the Titanic
by Jean Hooper Page

The master of millions and pauper's son
At last stood side by side,
But the broadcloth coat and the corduroy
Held the hearts of men that died.

The master of millions, proud lord of the earth,
And the lowly son of the sod,
Are after all but brothers of flesh,
In the eyes of a wonderful God.

Both came from the mystic land beyond,
Both found their graves in the sea.
So the master of millions and pauper's son
Are one in eternity.