Here She Comes
I am standing upon the 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
strength, and I stand and watch until at
last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to
mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!”
Gone where? 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 place 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!”
