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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT ALONE.
ON the beach at night alone, |
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, |
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
of the universes and of the future.
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A vast similitude interlocks all, |
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, |
All distances of place however wide, |
All distances of time, all inanimate forms, |
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in
different worlds,
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All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the
brutes,
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All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, |
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any
globe,
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All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future, |
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, |
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them. |
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