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Charles Henry Brent

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OiseauGone from my sight Oiseau

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 now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss
from my sight is in me, not in her.

And just at that moment, when someone at my side says
she is gone, there are others who are watching her coming
over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout
- There she comes!

That is what dying is.

A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, what we may see further.


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