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1 " a connotation of infinitysharpens the temporal splendor of this nightwhen souls which have forgot frivolityin lowliness,noting the fatal flightof worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dreamdown eager avenues of lifelessnessconsider for how much themselves shall gleam,in the poised radiance of perpetualness.When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thoughtis like a woman amorous to be known;and man,whose here is alway worse than naught,feels the tremendous yonder for his own—on such a night the sea through her blind milesof crumbling silence seriously smiles "
― E.E. Cummings , Complete Poems, 1913-35
