Kinship

Alice Corbin

1881 to 1949

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I am still climbing the upward path, but soon I shall go down,
Down unto the silence and the deep peace underground;
Though still the morning beckons and the air is incense-crowned,
Deep, deep within my heart's curved shell, I hear a rushing sound;

A cry of million voices and a sound of million feet,
In air, on earth, and in the sea where waving branches are;
When deep the earth lies over me, I shall not grieve afar,
But turn and touch, though lying there, the farthest shining star.