all the stars of Orion looking
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Present only,
But greater still from what is to come,
Out of that formula for Thee I sing. 1872 AFTER AN INTERVAL (Nov. 22, 1875, midnight&emdash;Saturn and Mars in conjunction) After an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
With the great stars looking on&emdash;all the stars of Orion looking,
And the silent Pleiades&emdash;and the duo looking of Saturn and
ruddy Mars;
Pondering, reading my own songs, after a long interval,
(sorrow and death familiar now,)
Ere closing the book, what pride! what joy! to find them,
Standing so well the test of death and night!
And the duo of Saturn and Mars! 1875 THE BEAUTY OF THE SHIP When, staunchly entering port,
After long ventures, hauling up, worn and old,
Battered by sea and wind, torn by many a fight,
With the original sails all gone, replaced, or mended,
I only saw, at last, the beauty of the Ship. 1876 TWO RIVULETS Two Rivulets side by side,
Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,
Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey. For the Eternal Ocean bound,
These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death and Life,
Object and Subject hurrying, whirling by,
The Real and Ideal, Alternate ebb and flow the Days and Nights,
(Strands of a Trio twining, Present, Future, Past.) In You, whoe’ver you are, my book perusing,
In I myself&emdash;in all the World&emdash;these ripples flow,
All, all, toward the mystic Ocean tending. (O yearnful waves! the kisses of your lips!
Your breast so broad, with open arms, O firm, expanded shore!) 1876 OR FROM THAT SEA OF TIME 1 Or, from that Sea of Time,
Spray, blown by the wind&emdash;a double winrow-drift of weeds
and shells;
(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and
voiceless!
Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held,
Murmurs and echoes still bring up&emdash;Eternity’s music, faint
and far,
Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica’s rim&emdash;strains for the
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