I saw a ship of martial build 

(Her standards set, her brave apparel on) 

Directed as by madness mere 

Against a stolid iceberg steer, 

Nor budge it, though the infatuate ship went down. 

The impact made huge ice-cubes fall 

Sullen, in tons that crashed the deck; 

But that one avalanche was all— 

No other movement save the foundering wreck.

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(First Verse)

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~ Herman Melville