Poem what is dying

What is dying I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone. Where Gone from my sight that is all. She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment 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!

Read complete story. I send you to the restless sun Awaiting your sweet shine, And in between this world and next I'll hold your hand in mine. I absolutely loved this! Short but sweet, this poem has so much meaning and beauty behind it.

I am just so touched by this poem, and I can only imagine how much meaning it must have for you Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone.

My body may die, but my soul will live on. Perhaps up to heaven, maybe eternity, or be reborn as another, when I am set free. Left at a young at young age I know.

You know life takes the best people in the world and those we love the most but, know that her soul is happy and free where she is. She still walks and is Fading away, vibrant color to hue. Fading away, disappearing from view. Heartbreaking symptoms, watched by heartbroken eyes. A face filled with sorrow, a chest full of sighs.

I truly am sorry for your loss and the pain and anguish of the situation, I know it first hand. June of , my father, who had arthritis in his neck and shoulders, went in and had xrays and Read Complete Poem. Yeah, I agree we don't stop to think that death will come and take us away even when the ones he has taken are staring right at us. My grandma passed away when I was little. I sobbed for hours. She's gone! Gone from my slght—that is all. She is just as large in mast and bull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to hear her load of living freight to the place of her destination.

Her diminished size is in me. And just at that moment when someone at my side says: " There! This poem, and slight variataions, have been attributed to: Victor Hugo, Col. David Marcus, Margaret M. Stevens, Dr. Due to the alleged attribution to Victor Hugo, and my obsession with the French author, I have been researching the origin of the quote for about ten years. In March of Google Books finally digitized a book from the early s that gives credit where credit is due. Over the years I have conducted some limited research in libraries at a nearby university and a nearby seminary browsing works of Herny Van Dyke and Bishop Brent searching for the poem.

However, my research has mostly been restricted to online sources. And the text of the poem is as given above. Who was Luther F. Is he a retired Brookline Massachusetts minister who died in ? There's no reason these can't be the same individual; They probably are. Is it possible that the source above credits the poem incorrectly? If Bishop Brent is the original source, he was young when he composed it, as he was only 42 in Henry Van Dyke was Email This BlogThis!

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