  A cold gray reach of shore, A gleam of sail upon the lee— And nothing more. My eyes saw that, my heart saw more: A woman whose quivering lip Moulded this sentence o'er and o'er, "God keep that ship!" God keep that ship! Her prayer, not mine, Goes out across the sea To where beyond the misty line A face is turned from me. God keep that ship! Her ship, not mine— |
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