Thomas Hardy — The Convergence of the Twain Lines on the loss of the Titanic

I       In a solitude of the sea       Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II       Steel chambers, late the pyres       Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. III       Over the mirrors meant       To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent. IV       Jewels in joy designed       To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. V       Dim moon-eyed fishes near       Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ... VI       Well: while was fashioning       This creature of cleaving wing, The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything VII       Prepared a sinister mate       For her — so gaily great — A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate. VIII       And as the smart ship grew       In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too. IX       Alien they seemed to be;       No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history, X       Or sign that they were bent       By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one august event, XI       Till the Spinner of the Years       Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.