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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.
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1 As the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, |
A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. |
I shall traverse The States awhile—but I cannot tell
whither or how long;
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Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing,
my voice will suddenly cease.
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3 O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? |
Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?…
And yet it is enough, O soul!
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O soul! we have positively appear'd—that is enough. |
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