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Thoughts 5

Part of the cluster THOUGHTS.


AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while  
 the music is playing,
  [ begin page 263 ]ppp.00473.263.jpg To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral,  
 in mist, of a wreck at sea,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations,  
 founder'd off the Northeast coast, and going  
 down—Of the steamship Arctic going down,
Of the veil'd tableau—Women gather'd together on  
 deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that  
 draws so close—O the moment!
O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam  
 spirting up—And then the women gone,
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—  
 And I now pondering, Are those women indeed  
Are Souls drown'd and destroy'd so? Is only matter triumphant?

Part of the cluster THOUGHTS.

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