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Monday, July 10, 2017

Something that shall endure

On the Beach at Night:

Weep not, child, 
Weep not, my darling, 
With these kisses let me remove your tears, 
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, 
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition, 
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge, 
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again, 
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure, 
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine. 
Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter? 
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

W Whitman.


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