Part Three
URBANNA — That first night at sea as we steamed north up the coast of the Atlantic Ocean to enter the great circle passage bound for England, I dreamt of that beautiful line in a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow … “ships that pass in the night.” What imagery. Once read such lovely lines repeat themselves again and again in my dreams. I thought as I drifted off to sleep that poetry lines remembered is a little like ships passing in the night.
