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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXI. Drum-Taps: O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy
O tan-faced prairie-boy,
Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,
Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the recruits,
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give– we but look’d on each other,
When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.

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This latent mine—these unlaunch’d… Wrath, argument, or praise, or com… (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois… These ocean waves arousable to fur… Or sooth’d to ease and sheeny sun…
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: The Unexpressed

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One Sweeps By

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