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ABOUT DEATH
04/04/2009 23:28
I am standing upon a 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 strenght.
I stand and watch her until
at lenght she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
juste where the sea and the sky
come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight - that's all.
She is just as large in mast
and hull and spar
as when she was when she left my sight,
and she is just as able to bear
her load of living freight
to her destined port.
Her dimished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
There one other eyes watching her coming
and other voices ready to take up that glad shout:
"Here she comes!" - And that is dying.
Illustration: Anonymous Text: Henry van Dyke 4.4.2009
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