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Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay,

Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long,

Her moving swiftly surrounded by myriads of small craft I forget not to sing;

Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring in heaven,

Nor the strange huge meteor-procession dazzling and clear shooting over our heads,

(A moment, a moment long it sail’d its balls of unearthly light over our heads,

Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone

Excerpt of Year of Meteors (1859-60) from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski