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