Gone From My Sight Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Gone From My Sight

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I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, 'There, she is gone'

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, 'There, she is gone,'
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, 'Here she comes!'

And that is dying...

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

Friday, November 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
Fabrizio Frosini 07 October 2015

'' Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it. '' only a question: can we truly 'experience' Death?

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.jgh

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Tom Mattingly 17 October 2019

I read this poem at the end of my Eulogy. There wasn't a dry eye in the church.

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Janet Young 03 March 2019

Lost a friend today ,,, 50 years of some great memories R.I.P. dear one

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Anita Rasching 01 February 2018

I loved this poem. So calming.

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william hartman 30 January 2018

my wife, passed away but waiting on the other side

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Dianne Crawford 15 February 2016

Gone from my sight is a very good poem! I like it alot! ! ! !

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Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

Germantown, Pennsylvania
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