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Rh The clock indicates the moment—but what does
 * eternity indicate?

We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and
 * summers,

There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.

I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.

Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my
 * brother, my sister?

I am sorry for you—they are not murderous or jealous
 * upon me,

All has been gentle with me—I keep no account
 * with lamentation,

(What have I to do with lamentation?)

I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an
 * encloser of things to be.

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches
 * between the steps,

All below duly travelled, and still I mount and mount.

Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing—I know I
 * was even there,

I waited unseen and always, and slept through the
 * lethargic mist,