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From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
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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—shall devour the stars only in apparition:
Jupiter shall emerge—be patient—watch again another night—the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal—all those stars, both silvery and golden, 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 pensive moons, shall again shine.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |