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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,
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 genera- 
 tions, foundered off the Northeast coast, and  
 going down—Of the steamship Arctic going  
Of the veiled tableau—Women gathered together  
 on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that  
 draws so close—O the moment!
  [ begin page 411 ]ppp.01500.419.jpg 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 drowned and destroyed so? Is only matter triumphant?

Part of the cluster THOUGHTS.

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