A ship sails and I stand

watching till she fades on

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 as when I

saw her. The diminished size,

and total loss of sight is in me,

not in her, and just at the mom-

ent 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,

‘There she comes!’ and that is dying.

– Bishop Brent