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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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AS THEY DRAW TO A CLOSE.
Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, |
Of the seed I have sought to plant in them, |
Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, |
(For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,) |
Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan; |
Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal
identity,
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To Nature encompassing these, encompassing God—to the joy-
ous, electric all,
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To the sense of Death, and accepting exulting in Death in its
turn the same as life,
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The entrance of man to sing; |
To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives, |
To put rapport the mountains and rocks and streams, |
And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine, |
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