ON THE BEACH AT NIGHTBy Walt WhitmanON the beach at night,Stands a child with her father,Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in blackmasses spreading,Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,Amid a transparent clear band of ether yet left in the east,Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,And nigh at hand, only a very little above,Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,Those burial clouds that lower victorious soon to devourall,Watching, silently weeps.

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 thestars only in apparition,Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again anothernight, the Pleiades shall emerge,They are immortal, all those stars both silvery andgolden 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 pensivemoons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?

Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Somewhere there is,(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,I give thee the first suggestion, the problem andindirection,)Something there is more immortal even than the stars,(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passingaway,)Something that shall endure longer even than lustrousJupiter,Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,Or the radient sisters of the Pleiades.

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