Then, dearest child, thou only for Jupiter mournest?
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 brothers, the Pleiades.
Est-ce seulement la mort des étoiles qui te préoccupe ?
There is something
(I'm the whisper in my soothing voice
I entrust to you the initial suggestion, the problem and ways to avoid it)
there something more eternal than the stars ,
(beyond the days and nights that die constantly)
Something that will outlast the brilliant Jupiter, Longer
no sun or no satellite in orbit
The longer the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
Leaves of Grass , 1855, for the first publication.
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