Walt Whitman: "On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song . . .
I think a thought of the clef of the universes and the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time . . .
This vast similitude . . . shall forever . . . compactly hold and enclose them."