Then, dearest child, mournest thou only for Jupiter?
|Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?|
|Something there is,||25|
|(With my lips soothing thee, adding, I whisper,|
|I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)|
|Something there is more immortal even than the stars,|
|(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)|
|Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter,||30|
|Longer than sun, or any revolving satellite,|
|Or the radiant brothers, the Pleiades.|
-Walt Whitman's "On the Beach at Night"