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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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FROM MONTAUK POINT.
I stand as on some mighty eagle's beak, |
Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,) |
The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance, |
The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge
and urge of waves,
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Seeking the shores forever. |
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