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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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QUERIES TO MY SEVENTIETH YEAR.
Approaching, nearing, curious, |
Thou dim, uncertain spectre—bringest thou life or death? |
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier? |
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet? |
Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now, |
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching? |
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