On the beach at night alone, <br />As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, <br />As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. <br /> <br />A vast similitude interlocks all, <br />All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, <br />All distances of place however wide, <br />All distances of time, all inanimate forms, <br />All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, <br />All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes, <br />All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, <br />All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe, <br />All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future, <br />This vast similitude spans them, and always has spanned, <br />And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-beach-at-night-alone/
