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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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HALCYON DAYS.
Not from successful love alone, |
Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or
war;
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But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm, |
As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, |
As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier
air,
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As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
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Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all! |
The brooding and blissful halcyon days! |
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