This Life Beyond
I watched a sail until it dropped from sight.
Over the rounding sea a gleam of light at last far flashed farewell,
and like a thought - slipped out of mind, it vanished and was not.
Yet, to the helmsmen standing at the wheel broad seas still
swept beneath the gliding heel. Disaster? Change?
He felt no slight sign, nor dreamed he of that dim horizon line.
So may it be perchance, when down the tide our dear ones vanish.
Peacefully, they glide on level seas nor mark the unknown bound.
Wecall it death - to them Tis Life Beyond.