ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT ALONE
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
- N 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.
- 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,
- All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
- All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
- All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
- 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.