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Tides in the ocean of stars and the infinite rhythm of space;

Cycles on cycles of aeons adrone on an infinite beach;

Pause and recession and flow, and each atom of dust in its place

In the pulse of eternal becoming: no error, no breach,

But the calm and the sweep and swing of the leisurely, measureless roll

Of the absolute cause, the unthwarted effect — and no haste,

Neither discord, and nothing untimed in a calculus ruling the whole;

Unfolding, evolving; accretion, attrition; no waste.

Planet on planet a course that it keeps, and each swallow its flight;

Comet's ellipse and grace-note of the sudden fire-fly glow;

Jewels of Perseid splendor sprayed on summer's purple night;

Blossom adrift on the breath of spring; the whirl of snow;

Grit on the grinding beaches; spume of the storm-ridden wave

Cast on the blast of the north wind to blend with the tropic rain;

Hail and the hissing of torrents; song where sapphire ripples lave —

Long lullabies to coral reefs unguessed in a sleepy main.

Silt of the ceaseless rivers from the mountain summits worn,

Rolled amid league-long meadows till the salt, inflowing tide

Heaps it in shoals at harbor-mouth for continents unborn;

Earth where the naked rocks were reared; pine where the birches died;

Season on season proceeding, and birth in the shadow of death;

Dawning of luminous day in the dying night; and a Plan

In no wit, in no particle changing; each phase of becoming, a breath

Of the infinite karma of all things; its goal, evolution of Man.