Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.
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Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.