Stephen Crane: 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.