Lilacs & Greensleeves: Gone from My Sight
by Henry Van Dyke
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 until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!”
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 places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“There she goes!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
And other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here she comes!”