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Leaves of Grass (1867)
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O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble
for!
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O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take
his height—and you too will ascend!
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O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-
ing and burning!
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O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light!
with pouring glories!
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| O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! |
| O ample and grand Presidentiads! |
| New history! new heroes! I project you! |
Visions of poets! only you really last! O sweep on!
sweep on!
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| O heights too swift and dizzy yet! |
O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than
I can stand!
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(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men-
aces me—it will not support me;)
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| O present! I return to you while yet I may! |
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