Gone From My Sight Printable Version
Gone From My Sight Printable Version - A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. Her diminished size is in me, and not in her. Read, review and discuss the entire gone from my sight poem by henry van dyke in pdf format on poetry.com She is an object of beauty and strength. Gone from my sight i am standing upon the seashore.
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The Dying Experience” By Barbara Karnes, A Hospice Nurse.
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