Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
It avails not, neither time or place – instance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
I project myself – also I return – I am with you, and know how it is. (lines 20-22)
These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you,
I project myself a moment to tell you – also I return. (lines 50-51)
What is it, then, between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
Whatever it is, it avails not – distance avails not, and place avails not. (lines 57-59)