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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Gliding Over All

Gliding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

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