"When in your middle years The great comet comes again Remember me, a child, Awake in the summer night, Standing in my crib and Watching that long-haired star So many years ago. Go out in the dark and see Its plume over water Dribbling on the liquid night, And think that life and glory Flickered on the rushing Bloodstream for me once, and for All who have gone before me, Vessels of the billion-year-long River that flows now in your veins."