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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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OLD AGE'S LAMBENT PEAKS.
The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at
last,
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O'er city, passion, sea—o'er prairie, mountain, wood—the earth
itself;
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The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight, |
Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences; |
The calmer sight—the golden setting, clear and broad: |
So much i' the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations
whence we scan,
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Bro't out by them alone—so much (perhaps the best) unreck'd
before;
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The lights indeed from them—old age's lambent peaks. |
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