There She Comes I am standing on the sea shore A ship spreads her white sails to 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 teh horizon and someone says, "She is gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. The loss of sight is in me, not in her. And, just at that moment when someone says, "She is gone," there are other voices who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout; "There she comes!" And that is the passage from life to death. --Harry Scott Holland