When she saw
my eyes upon it, she raised her hand and kissed the rude circlet.
The hue of the sunset lingered in cloud and water, and in the pale
heavens above the rose and purple shone the evening star. The
cloudlike ship at which we had gazed was gone into the distance
and the twilight; we saw her no more. Broad between its
blackening shores stretched the James, mirroring the bloom in the
west, the silver star, the lights upon the Esperance that lay between
us and the town. Aboard her the mariners were singing, and their
song of the sea floated over the water to us, sweetly and like a love
song. We passed the ship unhailed, and glided on to the haven
where we would be. The singing behind us died away, but the song
in our hearts kept on. All things die not: while the soul lives, love
lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless.
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