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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH.
1 WHISPERS of heavenly death murmur'd I hear; |
Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals; |
Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted
soft and low;
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Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing,
forever flowing;
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(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters
of human tears?)
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2 I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses, |
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mix-
ing,
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With, at times, a half-dimm'd, sadden'd, far-off star, |
Appearing and disappearing. |
3 (Some parturition rather—some solemn, immortal
birth:
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On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable, |
Some Soul is passing over.) |
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