I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, <br />The sweep of each sad lost wave, <br />The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving, <br />The little cry of a man to a man, <br />A shadow falling across the greyer night, <br />And the sinking of the small star; <br />Then the waste, the far waste of waters, <br />And the soft lashing of black waves <br />For long and in loneliness. <br /> <br />Remember, thou, O ship of love, <br />Thou leavest a far waste of waters, <br />And the soft lashing of black waves <br />For long and in loneliness.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-explain-the-silvered-passing/
