All desolate these ruins rest.
Like bark that in mid-ocean rolls.
Her name effaced, her masts overthrown.
And none remaining of the souls
That once sailed in her, to relate
From what far-distant port she came;
Whither she sailed and what her fate,
And what her nation and her name.
But only may conjecture guess
The fancied story of this place.
And from these crumbling ruins gain
Some knowledge of the vanished race.
Tom Metcalfe is a multimedia journalist who writes mainly about science, archaeology, and the Asia-Pacific region.
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