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 AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, 
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in mist, of a wreck at sea; 
Of certain ships—how they sail from port with flying streamers, and wafted
 kisses—and
 that is the last of them! 
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the President; 
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations, founder’d off the Northeast
 coast, and going down—Of the steamship Arctic going down,
Of the veil’d tableau—Women gather’d together on deck, pale, heroic,
 waiting the
 moment that draws so close—O the moment! 
A 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 drown’d and destroy’d so? 
Is only matter triumphant?

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