The Sailing Ship – in memory of Colin Rolls
What is dying?
I am standing on the sea shore.
A ship sails to the morning breeze
And starts for the ocean.
She is the object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades into the horizon,
And someone at my side says,
“She is gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars
As she was when I saw her,
And just as able to bear her load of living
Freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout,
“Here she comes”
– and that is dying.
Charles Henry Brent