I am standing upon the seashore. 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 she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to meet
and mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says:
“There! She’s gone!” Gone where? Gone from my sight?
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side, and just as able
to bear her load of living freight to the place of her
destination. Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says:
“There! She’s gone!” There are other eyes that are
watching for her coming; and other voices ready
to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”
This poem first appeared in the Northwestern Christian Advocate, July 13, 1904, though at that time it wasn't looked on as a poem.
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