Icebergs

Thsy con aeain. those monsters of the se, Tbe nortü wind's brood, the children of the cold. Long Upped and cradled in white winter'a fold, ! As worlds are orádled in eternity. Lulled by the storm, the aretie's euphony, Launched In hoarso thunder from a mountaia mold , Upon the sea the vlkinu salled of old. They come, the fleet of death, in spring set free. i Btrange as the prodnct of somt other sphere, The huae imaglnings the frost has wrought Out of the land of the white bear emerge. ] Seeking the sunllght, from oreation'B verge Southward they wander, stlent as thought. And in the eulf stream drown and disappear.