Leaves Of Grass

Leaves Of Grass

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by Mr Walt Whitman
     
 

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Sensual poetry from the 18th century.
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet
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