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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH.
WHISPERS of heavenly death murmur'd I hear, |
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals, |
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, |
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing, |
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human
tears?)
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I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses, |
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing, |
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star, |
Appearing and disappearing. |
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth; |
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable, |
Some soul is passing over.) |
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