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SPECULATION ON A STAR-NURSERY

An empty, oarless

Boat drifts

Above vast depths,

Above silt

Stirred up like dust

In a star-nursery,

Where gravity

Long ago

Released light,

Light which has not

Reached an eye

That might behold it.

What is it

One sees in the place

Where the light

Will be,

But is not,

But is not yet?