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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Twilight

The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be gone,
dispell’d,)
A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.

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