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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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TO THOSE WHO'VE FAIL'D.
To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast, |
To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead, |
To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots
on their ships,
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To many a lofty song and picture without recognition—I'd rear
a laurel-cover'd monument,
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High, high above the rest—To all cut off before their time, |
Possess'd by some strange spirit of fire, |
Quench'd by an early death. |
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