A ship at my side spreads its white sails to the morning breeze
Afoot an odyssey into the blue ocean.
An object of beauty and strength,
Thee stands and watches
Until at length it is a speck of white cloud
Just where the sea and sky embrace
Then someone at my side says,
"There! It is gone!"
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all
It is still as large in mast and hull and spar
Just as magnificent as it was when it left my side,
It bears still the load of living weight to its destined harbor.
Her diminished size is in me, not in it
<And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"There! It's gone!"
There are other eyes watching its coming
The voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"There it comes!"
Thee shall set sail one day
Over to the harbor
And proudly anchor beside that magnificent and strong ship.
Jo Cheryl Holcombe modified by Fiddes von Lochinvar-To one affectionable
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