Leaves of Grass (1881-82)


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HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR.

HAST never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
         fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
 
 
 
 
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