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Leaves of Grass (1867)
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YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D
BENEATH ME.
| YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me! |
Your summer wind was warm enough—yet the air I
breathed froze me;
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A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd
me;
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| Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself: |
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf-
fled?
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| And sullen hymns of defeat? |
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