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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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NOT MEAGRE, LATENT BOUGHS ALONE.
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare,
like eagles' talons,)
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But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring,
some summer—bursting forth,
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To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade—to nourishing fruit, |
Apples and grapes—the stalwart limbs of trees emerging—the
fresh, free, open air,
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And love and faith, like scented roses blooming. |
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