O the huge sob — A few bubbles — the white foam
spirting up — And then the women gone,
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on — And I now pondering, Are those women indeed gone ?
Are Souls drowned and destroyed so ?
Is only matter triumphant ?
6.
Of what I write from myself — As if that were not the resum^ ;
Of Histories — As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my poems ;
As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems ;
As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of all the lives of heroes.
7.
Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness ;
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men, following the lead of those who do not believe in men.