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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.
| AS the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, |
| A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me. |
I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how
long,
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Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will
suddenly cease.
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| O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? |
Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is
enough, O soul;
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| O soul, we have positively appear'd—that is enough. |
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