A ghost ship rides the waves at night
But she is seldom seen
Save when the Captain lights the light
And sails 'er in to Aberdeen
His apparition seems to chill
The misty midnight air
He sets his gaze upon the hill
And seeks his lady fair
But she is sleeping in her grave
Content to be at rest
And walked the road the righteous pave
To dwell among the blessed
Alas, for him the sea was home
Although he loved her so
His spirit was to always roam
Just why he didn't know
He left her crying on the shore
In a lovely wedding gown
Doomed to see her face no more
The ocean took him down
His spirit rides the waves at night
But he can still be seen
When in the mist he lights the light
And sails 'er in to Aberdeen.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely loved this. You have quite the talent! I appreciate most any poem I can find on the RMS Titanic, and although this poem wasn't written about her, it painted a lovely picture all the same. A pleasure!
Thank you Sarah. The poem just hit me one evening out of the blue. Like someone else was writing it. Take care, Rolland