I stare skyward at uncountable years beyond
My own little aura of pale-green light—
The complex of stars is steady in its operation.
Smell of salt sedge drifts in from seaward,
And I think of swimming, naked and seaward,
In starlight forever.
Robert Penn Warren, closing lines to “Late Night Train,” New and Selected Poems 1923-1985 (Random House, 1985)