Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar and strong in beam as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There! She's gone!' , there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, 'There she comes!'.

And that is dying.