War is Kind & Other Lines/I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,

The sweep of each sad lost wave

The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving

The little cry of a man to a man

A shadow falling across the greyer night

And the sinking of the small star.

Then the waste, the far waste of waters

And the soft lashing of black waves

For long and in loneliness.

Remember, thou, O ship of love,

Thou leavest a far waste of waters

And the soft lashing of black waves

For long and in loneliness.