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Quote #7
A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating, drifted at random,
Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,
Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets, (66-68)
The nature imagery is strong in these lines. It seems like nature is throwing a funeral; it has scattered blossoms over the waves and plays a "sobbing dirge." But it also blares the "cloud trumpets"; just as often as nature laments, it celebrates. This reminds us of the speaker's assertion that life is like the ocean, containing both (and maybe endless) possibilities. Don't mourn forever, he says.