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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Out of May’s Shows Selected
Apple orchards, the trees all cover’d with blossoms;
Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.

#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass

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