Looking for poem about losing a loved one being like a cargo ship sailing to distance shores.?

i told you about the wrong one first!! sorry!!





the one i meant to say was andrew hudgins' ';elegy for my father, who is not dead';





it is about a man losing his father and his comparison to a ship setting sail... it sounded more like a sail boat to me, or well, thats how i always imagined it...Looking for poem about losing a loved one being like a cargo ship sailing to distance shores.?
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THE MIGHT OF LOVE


by Alice Carey


Born 1820


Died 1871


Nationality American


Profession Writer For Children





';THERE is work, good man, for you to-day!';


So the wife of Jamie cried.


';For a ship at Garl'ston, on Solway,


Is beached, and her coal's to be got away


At the ebbing time of tide.';





';And, lassie, would you have me start,


And make for Solway sands?


You know that I, for my poor part,


To help me, have nor horse nor cart --


I have only just my hands!';





';But, Jamie, be not, till ye try,


Of honest chances balked;


For, mind ye, man, I'll prophesy


That while the old ship's high and dry


Her master'll have her calked.';





And far and near the men were pressed,


As the wife saw in her dreams.


';Aye,'; Jamie said, ';she knew the best,';


As he went under with the rest


To calk the open seams.





And while the outward-flowing tide


Moaned like a dirge of woe,


The ship's mate from the beach-belt cried:


';Her hull is heeling toward the side


Where the men are at work below!';





And the cartmen, wild and open-eyed,


Made for the Solway sands --


Men heaving men like coals aside,


For now it was the master cried:


';Run for your lives, all hands!';





Like dead leaves in the sudden swell


Of the storm, upon that shout,


Brown hands went fluttering up and fell,


As, grazed by the sinking planks, pell mell


The men came hurtling out!





Thank God, thank God, the peril's past!


';No! no!'; with blanching lip,


The master cries. ';One man, the last,


Is caught, drawn in, and grappled fast


Betwixt the sands and the ship!';





';Back, back, all hands! Get what you can --


Or pick, or oar, or stave.';


This way and that they breathless ran,


And came and fell to, every man,


To dig him out of his grave!





';Too slow! too slow! The weight will kill!


Up make your hawsers fast!';


Then every man took hold with a will --


A long pull and a strong pull -- still


With never a stir o' th' mast!





';Out with the cargo!'; Then they go


At it with might and main.


';Back to the sands! too slow, too slow!


He's dying, dying! yet, heave ho!


Heave ho! there, once again!';





And now on the beach at Garl'ston stood


A woman whose pale brow wore


Its love like a queenly crown; and the blood


Ran curdled and cold as she watched the flood


That was racing in to the shore.





On, on it trampled, stride by stride.


It was death to stand and wait;


And all that were free threw picks aside,


And came up dripping out o' th' tide,


And left the doomed to his fate.





But lo! the great sea trembling stands;


Then, crawling under the ship,


As if for the sake of the two white hands


Reaching over the wild, wet sands,


Slackened that terrible grip.





';Come to me, Jamie! God grants the way,';


She cries, ';for lovers to meet.';


And the sea, so cruel, grew kind, they say,


And, wrapping him tenderly round with spray,


Laid him dead at her feet.Looking for poem about losing a loved one being like a cargo ship sailing to distance shores.?
Sounds like Pablo Neruda to me