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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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BY BROAD POTOMAC'S SHORE.
| BY broad Potomac's shore, again old tongue, |
| (Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?) |
Again old heart so gay, again to you, your sense, the full flush
spring returning,
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Again the freshness and the odors, again Virginia's summer sky,
pellucid blue and silver,
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| Again the forenoon purple of the hills, |
| Again the deathless grass, so noiseless soft and green, |
| Again the blood-red roses blooming. |
| Perfume this book of mine O blood-red roses! |
| Lave subtly with your waters every line Potomac! |
Give me of you O spring, before I close, to put between its
pages!
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| O forenoon purple of the hills, before I close, of you! |
| O deathless grass, of you! |
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