On the Beach at Night by Walt Whitman
"On the Beach at Night" is a poem written by Walt Whitman. The first three stanzas speak of a father and daughter watching the stars at night. They watch as they see Jupiter and Pleiades; however, then they start to see clouds and the clouds soon overtake the sky. The girl starts to cry. The father tries to tell the daughter that the stars are immortal but the clouds are not, so they will be there once again. The father then asks if the stars are what is bothering her. He thinks it is not, so he then tells her something that makes her forget about them (probably that they can spend time together doing something else).
This poem is made up of six stanzas. The fifth stanza is a couplet. The first and third stanzas are made up of three lines. The second stanza has seven lines. The fourth stanza has nine lines. The sixth stanza has eight lines.
On the Beach at Night On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter, And nigh at hand, only a very little above, Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades. From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all, Watching, silently weeps. 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, they 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. Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter? Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? Something there is, (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 Longer than sun or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
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