“I am standing upon that foreshore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength
and I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea
and the sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says
‘there, She’s gone’
Gone where
Gone from my sight, that’s all.
She is just as large in mast and spar and hull
as ever she was when she left my side;
just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of her destination.
The diminished size is in me, not in her.
‘There, she’s gone’
But there are other eyes watching her coming
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout.
‘Here she comes’
That is dying.”

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