Gone From My Sightby 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, at length, she
hangs like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone".
Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast,hull and spar as she was
when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living
freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says,
"There, she is gone," there are other eyes
watching her coming, and other voices ready to take
up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.