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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 Shawn Pierce - This poem by
moving breeze and starts Van Dyle was read at a dear
for the blue ocean. She is an friend’s funeral, the first time
object of beauty and I heard it, about a week
strength. before she died I wrote the
I stand and watch her until, at following ,
length, she hangs like a
speck Home will Never be in this
of white cloud just where the World, Evermore
sea and sky come to mingle
with each other. How can I say goodbye
How can I watch from this
Then, someone at my side shore
says, "There, she is gone." As your ship sails beyond
I have trusted in faith
Gone where? As the master of the vessel
Has left for safe harbor before
Gone from my sight. That is But this time I stare from the
all. She is just as large in shore
mast, Saddened at the coming of the
hull and spar as she was when day
she left my side. My heart torn by the parting
And, she is just as able to bear I watch as you sail
her load of living freight to Until the mast is far gone
her destined port. I turn once more to home
Weary of the journey
Her diminished size is in me -- Knowing even more
not in her. The thing I knew before
Home will never be in this
And, just at the moment when world
someone says, "There, she Evermore
is gone,"
there are other eyes watching
her coming, and other voic- Art by Ben Darling
es
ready to take up the glad
shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
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