The Iceberg's Song. By William Blathwayt (1915)

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The Iceberg's Song.
By William Blathwayt

I AM an iceberg ; ha, ha !
See how I glisten sharp and cold;
The bitter Arctic seas have rolled
Around my sides ; I am old, old !
I sprang at first from the pure white snow
That fell in Greenland years ago ;
Then I crept as a glacier dark and slow,
To the open sea, where the wild winds blow,
And the billows toss grandly to and fro ;
The seas are warm, but I am cold ;
I weep in the sun, I am old, old !
I tower gaunt and dark in the gloom ;
The stateliest ship I can bring to its doom,
And send men down to a watery tomb.
I am an iceberg ; ha, ha !