Excerpts from Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her . . . until someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.
There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes.”