From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
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.
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.