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. 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 and 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 at my
side 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.
--Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933)
If you know the source of this quotation, please let me know.


This is one of the nicest poems on the topic that I have ever read.
Posted by: jasper | 24 January 2009 at 11:03 AM
hi,
i just wanted to say thanks for your site.
i was looking for readings for the funeral of someone close. so many of the readings online were not quite right, maybe mawkish. this was the most literate, and helpful, of all the sites i found: thanks for the care you've put in to the translation and the selection of these readings.
though it is still hard to find words that do justice to grief.
many thanks,
ian
Posted by: ian waddell | 22 May 2009 at 10:31 PM